Stranger34
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to roleplay in the 'Heaven's Gate' thread.
I'm reposting the intro to let you know what you're letting yourself in for! Erotic Dancer and Bottom's Up are taken, but others are free. Also looking for clients to enjoy this other-worldly brothel...........could you PM me if you're interested? *S*
Stranger xxx
Heaven's Gate
In my experience, a brothel is a brothel, no matter how you dress it up. I'll walk in, pay my money, buy a girl a couple of expensive drinks, then watch disinterestedly as she pulls on my cock like it's a piece of old leather.
So here I am - looking at myself in the mirror as I pull on a leather jacket that's seen better days, with a feeling of excitement deep in the pit of my stomach. Why the hell should 'Heaven's Gate' be any different? The word on the street is that it's something truly amazing - something that make you walk out a different person from the one that walked in, something that will change your life so nothing will ever seem the same again. Jesus, don't you just hate the hype?
I look at myself in the mirror again, checking out my green eyes. One of my girlfriends (in a past life) told me they were 'devastating'. I thought that was the sort of thing characters said to each other in novels, not in real life, but still, it was nice. So I smile at my 'devastating' eyes, checking I look just the right kind of attractive in a battered sort of a way, and head out into a blood-red sky.
When I told the taxi-driver where I was headed, he just gave me a long look. Then he shrugged, took my money, and muttered 'It's your funeral'. I was going to ask him what he meant, but I forgot, and afterwards of course, it was too late.
How can any brothel really come close to fulfilling your ultimate sexual fantasy? If you have to ask, you spoil the spontaneity, the sheer unexpectedness, of the whole thing - and if you don't, you'll never get what you want. Maybe somewhere, you'll find a girl who just knows, by some incredible act of empathy or intuition, exactly what you want, and how you want it - but those girls usually lie in your imagination, and nowhere else.
Anyway, when the guy finally dropped my outside the place, I wondered if I'd given him the right address. No neon, no glamour, nothing. Just an ordinary, shabby building. OK so I know brothels don't blaze their wares to the world, but this wan't really meant to be a brothel, it was meant to be a life-changing experience. I was on the point of telling myself to forget the whole thing, but by the time I'd made up my mind, the taxi was headed into the distance. I shrugged. What the hell.......if I don't like it, I can always walk straight out again. I walked up to the peeling paintwork on what I supposed was the front door, and knocked.
I was greeted by an angel.
Well, at the very least, a girl in an angel costume. I have to say I didn't look too closely at the costume. The girl was simply one of the most stunningly beautiful I had ever seen in my life. Ash-blonde hair down to her shoulders, grey-green eyes. Her skin was very lightly freckled, and almost translucently pale. I stared at her mutely.
She bowed her head very slightly, and smiled at me. "Welcome to Heaven's Gate," she said.
I must have been unable to reply, because the next thing I knew, she'd taken me gently by the arm and led me inside. I found myself standing on a dark green marble floor, looking up at a high ceiling. There were frescos which at first glance might have graced the Sistine chapel, but on closer inspection revealed were in fact an assortment of angels, nymphs and other unearthly creatures performing explicit sexual acts. A faun had his head buried a nymphette's thighs, her hands were curled in his hair, an expression of ecstasy on her face. Groups of what looked like devils were ravishing an angel - there was even a unicorn up there, but before I had a chance to see what it was doing, I felt the girl's hand on my arm. I tore my gaze away, and tried to listen to what she was saying.
"So, all you have to do, is order your drink at the bar, sit on a stool, and wait - the right girl will be along to meet you."
She smiled again, and inidicated a beautiful oriental girl waiting behind the bar.
"Kimiko will take your order. She hasn't been working here long - she's still on bar duty. She'll answer any other questions you might have."
As she turned, I looked more closely at her costume. I had to say it was a damn good one. Her wings seemed to join quite seamlessly to her body - there wasn't even the hint of a join. At least the place seemed to do the small things properly. I turned my attention back to what the angel was saying.
"Just look at the drinks list. That's a beginner's version - members get to see the whole lot. The drinks are free - it's just what happen's afterwards that isn't."
OK, I thought, here it comes.
"So how much is ........ what happens afterwards? I guess there are different prices depending on what I order?"
The angel shook her head.
"Nothing that vulgar. You don't have to pay anything if you don't want to. It's between you and the girl in question. All I know is, no customer has ever left here without paying of his own free will.
Heart pounding, I walked up to the bar. Sure enough, as the angel at the front had told me, there was a board, on which was written a list of what looked like cocktails. OK, I thought - I'll order one of them and see what happens. The list looked something like this:
Handjob Heaven - Baileys, vodka, fresh cream
Innocence - White rum, lemonade, amaretto, cherry liqueur
Tightrope - Whisky, orange, aniseed
Dark Mistress - Kahlua, dark rum, liquorice
Erotic Dancer - Advocaat, vodka, lemonade
Bottoms Up - Gin, tomato juice, cherry brandy, tonic water
Tease - Stawberry, banana, absinthe, blue caracao
Deep Throat - Sambucca, kir, tonic water
Between My Pillows - Tia Maria, cherry liqueur
Bubble Bath - just Champagne
My god - which one to choose? The girl behind the bar must have sensed my indecision, beacuse she smiled at ne and said, "Of course, if you can't decide, you could always take a lucky dip. Some people don't know what they want - sometimes we have a better idea than they do."
"Really?" I replied, uncertainly. My mind was racing - to be honest, I loved this elegant way of indicating a preference. Each drink a sexual symbol, each one a different colour. The code would be easy to read, even from right across the room. The thing was, what did I really want? A slow, luxurious handjob seemed very appealing right now, but on the other hand, so did the vision of a coquettish little ingenue dressed in a long shirt and cute white cotton panties..........or did I want to be teased till I couldn't stand it any more? And how the hell could they know better than I what I really wanted? Was it really that obvious? Maybe you couldn't categorise sexual pleasure at all, my favourite fantasy might involve one or more of all of the things on the list. Of course, deep down, I think I really did know what I wanted - but what the hell, why not work your way throught the list, I might discover I loved something I'd never tried.
"OK," I said again, smiling this time. "You tell me what I want."
The girl laughed. "That's easy," she said. You want to work your way right through the list. Most of our customers do. Why not start at the beginning?"
My head was spinning. Handjob heaven - that sounded a pretty good start. My tongue was thick in my mouth as I heard myself say, "I'll have a Handjob Heaven." And for some reason, "And go easy on the cream."
I managed to surpress a nervous laugh, but the girl didn't appear to notice. "I'll get it for you straight away, she smiled. "Just make yourself comfortable."
I settled down on my stool, my heart pounding. This place really did seem something special. I closed my eyes, already anticipating the soft hands unzipping me, reaching inside, coaxing, stroking, caressing. Surely this was too good to be true..........
When I opened them again, the girl was gone, and a creamy drink was in front of me. I took a sip. Delicious. I waited, wondering what the girl who came for me would be like.................
I'm reposting the intro to let you know what you're letting yourself in for! Erotic Dancer and Bottom's Up are taken, but others are free. Also looking for clients to enjoy this other-worldly brothel...........could you PM me if you're interested? *S*
Stranger xxx
Heaven's Gate
In my experience, a brothel is a brothel, no matter how you dress it up. I'll walk in, pay my money, buy a girl a couple of expensive drinks, then watch disinterestedly as she pulls on my cock like it's a piece of old leather.
So here I am - looking at myself in the mirror as I pull on a leather jacket that's seen better days, with a feeling of excitement deep in the pit of my stomach. Why the hell should 'Heaven's Gate' be any different? The word on the street is that it's something truly amazing - something that make you walk out a different person from the one that walked in, something that will change your life so nothing will ever seem the same again. Jesus, don't you just hate the hype?
I look at myself in the mirror again, checking out my green eyes. One of my girlfriends (in a past life) told me they were 'devastating'. I thought that was the sort of thing characters said to each other in novels, not in real life, but still, it was nice. So I smile at my 'devastating' eyes, checking I look just the right kind of attractive in a battered sort of a way, and head out into a blood-red sky.
When I told the taxi-driver where I was headed, he just gave me a long look. Then he shrugged, took my money, and muttered 'It's your funeral'. I was going to ask him what he meant, but I forgot, and afterwards of course, it was too late.
How can any brothel really come close to fulfilling your ultimate sexual fantasy? If you have to ask, you spoil the spontaneity, the sheer unexpectedness, of the whole thing - and if you don't, you'll never get what you want. Maybe somewhere, you'll find a girl who just knows, by some incredible act of empathy or intuition, exactly what you want, and how you want it - but those girls usually lie in your imagination, and nowhere else.
Anyway, when the guy finally dropped my outside the place, I wondered if I'd given him the right address. No neon, no glamour, nothing. Just an ordinary, shabby building. OK so I know brothels don't blaze their wares to the world, but this wan't really meant to be a brothel, it was meant to be a life-changing experience. I was on the point of telling myself to forget the whole thing, but by the time I'd made up my mind, the taxi was headed into the distance. I shrugged. What the hell.......if I don't like it, I can always walk straight out again. I walked up to the peeling paintwork on what I supposed was the front door, and knocked.
I was greeted by an angel.
Well, at the very least, a girl in an angel costume. I have to say I didn't look too closely at the costume. The girl was simply one of the most stunningly beautiful I had ever seen in my life. Ash-blonde hair down to her shoulders, grey-green eyes. Her skin was very lightly freckled, and almost translucently pale. I stared at her mutely.
She bowed her head very slightly, and smiled at me. "Welcome to Heaven's Gate," she said.
I must have been unable to reply, because the next thing I knew, she'd taken me gently by the arm and led me inside. I found myself standing on a dark green marble floor, looking up at a high ceiling. There were frescos which at first glance might have graced the Sistine chapel, but on closer inspection revealed were in fact an assortment of angels, nymphs and other unearthly creatures performing explicit sexual acts. A faun had his head buried a nymphette's thighs, her hands were curled in his hair, an expression of ecstasy on her face. Groups of what looked like devils were ravishing an angel - there was even a unicorn up there, but before I had a chance to see what it was doing, I felt the girl's hand on my arm. I tore my gaze away, and tried to listen to what she was saying.
"So, all you have to do, is order your drink at the bar, sit on a stool, and wait - the right girl will be along to meet you."
She smiled again, and inidicated a beautiful oriental girl waiting behind the bar.
"Kimiko will take your order. She hasn't been working here long - she's still on bar duty. She'll answer any other questions you might have."
As she turned, I looked more closely at her costume. I had to say it was a damn good one. Her wings seemed to join quite seamlessly to her body - there wasn't even the hint of a join. At least the place seemed to do the small things properly. I turned my attention back to what the angel was saying.
"Just look at the drinks list. That's a beginner's version - members get to see the whole lot. The drinks are free - it's just what happen's afterwards that isn't."
OK, I thought, here it comes.
"So how much is ........ what happens afterwards? I guess there are different prices depending on what I order?"
The angel shook her head.
"Nothing that vulgar. You don't have to pay anything if you don't want to. It's between you and the girl in question. All I know is, no customer has ever left here without paying of his own free will.
Heart pounding, I walked up to the bar. Sure enough, as the angel at the front had told me, there was a board, on which was written a list of what looked like cocktails. OK, I thought - I'll order one of them and see what happens. The list looked something like this:
Handjob Heaven - Baileys, vodka, fresh cream
Innocence - White rum, lemonade, amaretto, cherry liqueur
Tightrope - Whisky, orange, aniseed
Dark Mistress - Kahlua, dark rum, liquorice
Erotic Dancer - Advocaat, vodka, lemonade
Bottoms Up - Gin, tomato juice, cherry brandy, tonic water
Tease - Stawberry, banana, absinthe, blue caracao
Deep Throat - Sambucca, kir, tonic water
Between My Pillows - Tia Maria, cherry liqueur
Bubble Bath - just Champagne
My god - which one to choose? The girl behind the bar must have sensed my indecision, beacuse she smiled at ne and said, "Of course, if you can't decide, you could always take a lucky dip. Some people don't know what they want - sometimes we have a better idea than they do."
"Really?" I replied, uncertainly. My mind was racing - to be honest, I loved this elegant way of indicating a preference. Each drink a sexual symbol, each one a different colour. The code would be easy to read, even from right across the room. The thing was, what did I really want? A slow, luxurious handjob seemed very appealing right now, but on the other hand, so did the vision of a coquettish little ingenue dressed in a long shirt and cute white cotton panties..........or did I want to be teased till I couldn't stand it any more? And how the hell could they know better than I what I really wanted? Was it really that obvious? Maybe you couldn't categorise sexual pleasure at all, my favourite fantasy might involve one or more of all of the things on the list. Of course, deep down, I think I really did know what I wanted - but what the hell, why not work your way throught the list, I might discover I loved something I'd never tried.
"OK," I said again, smiling this time. "You tell me what I want."
The girl laughed. "That's easy," she said. You want to work your way right through the list. Most of our customers do. Why not start at the beginning?"
My head was spinning. Handjob heaven - that sounded a pretty good start. My tongue was thick in my mouth as I heard myself say, "I'll have a Handjob Heaven." And for some reason, "And go easy on the cream."
I managed to surpress a nervous laugh, but the girl didn't appear to notice. "I'll get it for you straight away, she smiled. "Just make yourself comfortable."
I settled down on my stool, my heart pounding. This place really did seem something special. I closed my eyes, already anticipating the soft hands unzipping me, reaching inside, coaxing, stroking, caressing. Surely this was too good to be true..........
When I opened them again, the girl was gone, and a creamy drink was in front of me. I took a sip. Delicious. I waited, wondering what the girl who came for me would be like.................
