Behind Closed Doors (Many Characters Needed)

[slowandeasy]

Jonathan Hatfield

"Your car will be ready in an hour Mr. Hatfield, sorry for the delay but it took some time to locate a mechanic, one will be here momentarily and he’ll find out what’s causing your check engine light to be activated."

Jonathan was a man of patience; He smiled at the young lady who had graciously let him in the back door of the automobile dealership where he had just an hour ago picked up his new car. “It’s not your fault Mary and thanks for letting me in after business hours.”

The evening had started on a high note Jonathan was looking forward to the meeting some of his Oak neighbors In addition, he was delighted to learn that his new car had arrived at the local dealership. He had thought he would have plenty of time before the party to take his 2008 just off the assembly line powder blue Corvette for a short spin before the party and enjoy the setting sun at the end of a warm balmy Saturday afternoon.

The short spin had been shorter than expected for he had hardly gotten it out of third gear when the red check engine light blinked ominously and then remained on while he limped back to the dealership just in time to find it closed for the day. Mary had seen him arrive and thanks to her efficiency had located a mechanic.

A couple of diagnostic tests revealed the problem and Jonathan was on his way relieved that it was nothing serious. Fortunately he had dressed for the party and grabbed a couple of bottles of his favorite wine before he left to get his car so he went directly to the party. He looked at his Rolex under the light at the entrance and growled seeing his hands had gotten dirty when he had looked under the hood as the mechanic did his tests. He’d have to find a bathroom as soon as possible and clean up before shaking any hands.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Pearl could feel her orgasm building like a wave coming toward the shore. Then the wave broke and crashed over the beach of her body. Biting her lip to keep from screaming, Pearl’s whole body trembled with the power of it. Her back arched and her pussy spasmed around her fingers. Finally, after what seemed like a age, the wave subsided, and Pearl slumped back again the toilet tank, breathing hard.

Rochelle stepped inside the bathroom, her hands moving automatically to the doorknob to lock it, before turning around. Then the sounds penetrated and Rochelle stopped. Oh my God, what am I walking in on? Rochelle stepped forward, the voyeur within, forcing her legs to move.

The woman was bonelessly sitting on the commode, her eyes closed, hair disheveled, skirt up. Rochelle looked closer, noticing with something akin to shock just who the pretty woman was. It wasn't someone she had ever worked for. To be perfectly honest, the lady was one of the few women from Ivyoke that had starred in some of Rochelle's more daring sapphic daydreams.

"Hello, Miss Pearl, is this a party for one or can anyone join?"

Rochelle grinned and moved closer. The air smelled lightly of hot woman and warm skin. It was almost like Pearl was overcome by something so fiercely that she just couldn't control herself. It reminded Rochelle of how she had felt, sitting in the library reading that book.

"I suppose asking you if you mind me looking would be a waste of breath. After all, I'm already looking and let me tell you, you look a little moist. You need some help drying off?"

There was silence, breathless, bated silence and then Rochelle took that last step until she was standing over Pearl, gazing down at all that pretty, pale flesh.

 

[SexyVita]

When Rochelle spoke, Pearl sat up and her eyes flew open in alarm and a small eek of fear escaped her lips. Then when she saw that the woman about whom she had just been fantasizing was standing there watch her intently, she melted. “Oh God, you are so sexy! I saw you in the library… saw what you were reading… couldn’t help myself… Oh God, please! I need you!”

Hoping that what she saw in Rochelle’s eyes was acceptance, Pearl kicked off her shoes, and peeled the pantyhose and panties off her ankles and onto the floor. Still sitting on the toilet, she spread herself out as wide as she could, which was pretty far, since she had been a cheerleader (what else?) in high school and college both. She hoped the invitation was clear enough.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Rochelle

The stutter in Pearl's voice brought no end of relief to Rochelle's frazzled brain. Here was a woman at the end of her rope.

“Oh God, you are so sexy! I saw you in the library… saw what you were reading… couldn’t help myself… Oh God, please! I need you!”

Rochelle reached out to her and touched her hair, wanting to further disarrange it, take out, wrap it around her wrist. One of her most favorite fantasies was of this woman, spread out, eyes covered, cunt lips pouting from being tugged and smacked mercilessly.

She hoped the invitation was clear enough.

"Hmm, what do you want sugar? Want me to bury my face between those oh so widely spread thighs? Do you think you'd like it? You want me to finish you off, hmm? And what exactly am I going to get for my troubles?"

Each word was whispered softly, as Rochelle bent closer, the last words softened by the kiss she placed on Pearl's opened mouth. The taste was lovely, all fresh and clean woman mouth and as juicy as Rochelle had always imagined kissing a woman would be. Rochelle stopped the kiss, let go of the woman's hair and took a step back.

"If you want me, Pearl, you are gonna have to be a little bit more blunt than that. Actually, sweetness, if you really want to make my night, you'll think of a really quiet place where we can sneak off together. Someplace where I can practice on your body until I get it right. Don't you think it's time you hired some help for the home place?"

Rochelle stepped forward again and tugged Pearl up, so that Pearl's cunt was riding the silk of her dress covered thigh.

"After all, I am a girl virgin and I might need weeks of practice before I get it right."

Rochelle dipped down and used her fingers to spread Pearl open, then sucked the protruding bit of flesh between her teeth.

"Ooo, that tastes good."

Rochelle stood and backed off, toward the door.

"Here's my number. Call me when you have a chance to think things through."

With a wink and a smile, she unlocked the door and was gone.

 

[SexyVita]

He’d have to find a bathroom as soon as possible and clean up before shaking any hands.

Pearl leaned into Rochelle’s kiss and returned it in kind. Her whole body trembled when Rochelle touched her and she moaned when Rochelle sucked ever so briefly on her clit. Then suddenly she was gone. Pearl was both vastly disappointed and hugely excited at the same time and she held Rochelle’s business card in her hand as if she expected it to fly away. Finally, after a several minutes of staring at it, Pearl put the card into her small blue clutch purse.

Looking at the garments she had discarded only moments ago, she now seemed reluctant to put them back on. She wondered if anyone would notice if she didn’t put them back on. Jack might notice the missing hose, but she could just tell him that she found them too scratchy on her delicate skin and had taken them off. He wouldn’t question that. Chances are, what with his drinking, he wouldn’t even notice. So, suddenly deciding to be daring, she dumped both the hose and the panties in the trash, and layered a few wadded up Kleenex above it to disguise the contents. Then she sat back on the toilet and put her shoes back on.

She got up, washed her hands, and teased her hair back into place. A quick touchup on her lipstick and she was ready to go. Leaving the bathroom she collided with a man she had never met and almost fell. He caught her, and one of his rough work calloused hands ended up, quite inadvertently, under her skirt and right across her bare ass. “Oh excuse me, I’m so sorry! I hope I didn’t hurt you?”

 

[slowandeasy]

Jonathan Hatfield

No one responded when he had rang the bell but every light seemed to be on in Cats spacious house and he could see a number of her guests inside through the window. The party seemed to be in already in progress and he had realized that as a late comer he shouldn't expect to be catered to, He then slipped inside and finding the kitchen put the two bottles of Pinot Blanc on the table. "Now to find that bathroom and wash these dirty hands." he had told himself.

“Oh excuse me, I’m so sorry! I hope I didn’t hurt you?” he said as he inadvertently collided with a woman coming out of the bathroom door. Recognizing her as Pearl, Jack Parsons wife he attempted to remove his hand from the firm warm flesh of her butt. Unfortunately he had wedged her up against the wall and ended up cupping the curved underside and bringing her body closer to his in order to catch his balance. He felt the warmth of her breasts against his chest and caught his breath. "Damn!" he muttered under his breath was he in trouble now he was in a very compromising position with what he remembered as a picture perfect straight out of a glamour magazine thirty some married woman, and he had gotten suddenly very aroused. Her arms had come around his neck and his mouth was dangerously close to hers.

"Why not." he told himself the worst she could do was slap him and stomp off. He crushed her lips with his letting her know that this sudden movement was no accident. His tongue urged her mouth open while he bent into her bringing his arm further down and his hand searching further underneath her dress, his cupping fingers finding the wetness he had anticipated between her smooth silky inner thighs.

 

[kuruptu4fun]

"Cat, you know sneaking up on me is quite pointless," I say as she approaches me." I could discern your intoxicating scent among a orgy of others." I slowly spin, book in my hand, and close it. I give her a kiss on her extended hand and lightly bite the place where I kisses. " It is good to see you dear, although I do miss the intimate settings we usually find ourselves in normally." We begin to just chit chat and I am reminded at the bottom of an empty glass to thank her for the bourbon. We talk of the young redhead Emily who is now conversing with Eli. "They seem to be hitting it off quite nicely, but I did have to put some provocative thoughts of me in her head," I say." She should find those thoughts curious enough to seek me out later, I hope." I let that topic of conversation fall there, " So how have you been weathering my dear, it has been such a long time since we've seen one another." I say and smile coyly.....

 

[littlewaif]

Cat grinned as he caught her creeping up on him. She tilted her head softly, looking at him through narrowed, appraising eyes. Christopher was an interesting man, a man whom Cat had seen make easy prey of many beautiful women. She admired and liked Christopher. She found his deviant nature refreshing, his charm invigorating, and the tension of their relationship delicious. Their friendship, though relatively new, had already done it's part in drawing her inside his head. He was intelligent, successful, and powerful.

But she had an inkling that the reason he was so interested in her was that she had not crumpled easily under the delightful pressure of his attentions. She knew him as well as she knew his type, Dominant... but Cat was about the chase, and if she did grant him entry into her world, allowed him to become intimate with her, it would be on her terms... something she hoped would infuriate and entice Christopher.

"They seem to be hitting it off quite nicely, but I did have to put some provocative thoughts of me in her head. She should find those thoughts curious enough to seek me out later, I hope."

"They always do, don't they, dear man?"

"So how have you been weathering my dear, it has been such a long time since we've seen one another."

"I've been so busy with work," Cat offered, smiling softly. She inhaled deeply, "Uhn, it's just been one thing after another. The beginning of the fall is always a busy time in my industry. But I'm finally getting a moment to relax. How is the dog-training business these days?" she teased, her eyes glinting.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Rochelle

After making her way from the bathroom and Pearl's enticement, Rochelle hurried back to the living room. She had released her hair from her demure chignon and finger combed it into some semblance of order. Now her black hair was a curly mane, flowing around her face and over her shoulders. The main room was still filled with a mass of people, all moving from one group to another, like honey bees.

Rochelle meandered over to the bar and ordered a shot of Jose' Cuervo. Her eyes flitted from person to person, looking for someone else to conversate with. At this point, she didn't care who it was. Her nervousnes was getting to her. Any moment she might do something so ghetto, that poor Cat would never live it down. Nah, I wouldn't do that, but damn, it sounds like fun! She grinned slightly and called for another shot before taking a slow stroll around the room.

Here and there Ivyoke's elite, chatted and drank. Rochelle kept feeling the eyes of people, gauging her frame, watching her ass. I guess they really don't have anything like my ass to look at in a little black silk dress. Another small grin as she thought that through. Heh, these women would probably die if they gained an ounce!

She noticed Cat missing from the main throng. Where the hell did the hostess get to? I am going to find her. She can't abandon me here!

 

[kuruptu4fun]

"Well Cat my dear, it's getting better every day I teach a new one how to sit and stay." I state," Every once in a while I get one who loves to fetch." as I finish that sentence I can't help but laugh a little. "We're expanding to the building next to us, adding a whole new area that concentrates completely on dressing the animals to their owners pleasure." I wrap my arms around Cat and begin to slow dance with her to music that is most likely only in my head. "I know my charms are far less effective on you my dear, I do know I am at least making you smile." I say to Cat," When may I steal you away from this banquet and guide my attention across your curves, my dear?"

 

[felidae36]

Emily

Emily is having a hard time walking straight. With Eli’s hand on her elbow, she found herself almost leaning against him, feeling the older man's lean body against hers, a whiff of his masculine smell filling her nostrils. For some strange reason, she feels like giggling, and she was horrified when she heard the sound escaped her lips. She can hear Eli still talking but somehow his words sound so far away.

She stopped suddenly as a sudden wave of weakness hit her. She put her hand on a wall to brace herself, causing Eli to stop on his tracks. “Are you okay?” he asked, concerned marring his handsome face. She took a couple of deep breaths that somehow cleared her head. She gave him a tremulous smile, making her midnight-blue eyes huge and vulnerable. She can feel a blush staining her cheeks as she reached a conclusion in her head. “I’m drunk,” she finally blurted out. Somehow this statement must have amused Eli, because he suddenly burst out laughing. Not wanting to draw attention from the crowd, she impulsively raised a finger to his lips to hush him up, not noticing how the action has drawn her quite closely to him. She heard an intake of breath, but wasn’t sure whose, belated realizing it was hers when she felt his lips move underneath. A streak of warmth crossed her body and she was caught off guard by her reaction. She pulled her hand away, looked down, knowing her face must be entirely red.

She turned her face towards the direction they were going, and realized that Cat has abandoned the picture gallery. She caught of glimpse of her in the open library door, seemingly in a conversation with the mysterious young man who had talked to her earlier. She can feel Eli standing behind her, a hand casually draped around her waist, as if making sure she does not fall.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t normally drink in parties. Please forgive my behavior, “ she apologized as she raised her face to him, a picture of sincere remorse and guileless innocence.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Rochelle

The party was starting to get a little too loud for Rochelle's brain. She could feel one hell of a headache forming. Frigging migraines. Her eye sight became blurry and dizziness assailed her. "Shit." Rochelle reached out for a chair, a wall, anything. Nothing came to hand and so with no further ado, she slumped forward and fell. There was a moment of shocked silence and then, Rochelle heard footsteps.

"Migraine, please, my purse is out in my car, along with my meds. Please can someone go get them?"

Her normally husky voice sounded dazed and slightly blurred.

"Please?"

 

[kuruptu4fun]

Noticing a woman about to fall over quickly garners my attention and I break to attend to her as quickly as possible. She asks for her medication which I am more than happy to retrieve and make sure she takes. "Rochelle? Rochelle? Are you coming back to conciousness dear?" I ask after picking her up and moving her to a deep lounge chair for her to relax in. "You've given us quite a start my dear, I'm sure you should never be far as from your meds as you were." I continue, "Are you doing ok, is there something else I can get you???"

 

[stealblue72]

Emily walked, with Eli’s assistance towards the conservatory. Eli supported Emily with his arm around her waist and her arm held around his neck. “It does not take much Champagne to make you weak kneed Emily. We will have to keep you out of sight of your parents until you can substantially hide the effects.” Eli continued to engage Emily in conversation as they made their way over to Cat’s art. She seemed very knowledgeable about many things and Eli was surprised at the level of conversation that Emily could engage him with. She asked some very thought provoking questions and a few that were quite provocative.

They made it to the room and found Cat and Christopher engaged in conversation in front of a very risqué painting. Cat acknowledged their presence but her body language also hinted that they should not participate in her conversation at this time. Eli promptly steered Emily to the opposite side of the room to another piece of art work. The painting showed a woman laid spread eagle on a bench with her arms and legs secured to the legs of the bench. A man with only a cloak and a mask was standing over her holding various implements of pleasure. Eli pointed out that the woman’s body was arched expressing desire and need to her Master. Eli also showed her that the way that the bonds were painted in such a way that the woman could easily escape.

Eli continued to pull Emily in close and caress her side as she listened to his interpretation of the painting. He enjoyed the feeling of her hair against his face and the pure beauty of the fiery locks. He held her other hand and supported her weight as she absorbed what he told her. The room was empty of all besides them and the other couple, Cat and Christopher.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

"Are you doing ok, is there something else I can get you???"

Rochelle took a moment to gather her thoughts after finding herself scooped up and placed in a nearby chair by a man she can't quite place. After gulping some water and taking her medicine, she closes her eyes for a moment to control the spinning of the room.

"Mmm, no I am ok. I would have had my purse on me but I didn't want to have to keep an eye on it, so I left it in the car. Stupid me."

Rochelle focused a bit more closely on him and recognized him as part of the dynamic duo who ran a dog training business (or so the neighbors say). He was rather adorable in a little boy way, except for the eyes. She knows those kinds of eyes, the eyes of a hunter. She had seen plenty of that type where she was from.

"Anyway, I didn't mean to be a bother. I knew it was building up to it, the noise, doncha know? I think I need a keeper."

Rochelle's mocha colored eyes brightened a bit.

"I think I am going to go outside and get some air. Thank you for your help."

Rochelle dimpled at him and tried to stand up. Flashes of light put paid to that idea and she slid bonelessly back into the chair. Shit this is not working at all!Her dress slid higher on her thighs, showing the tops of her silk stockings and black satin garters.

"Maybe, I should just sit here."

 

[kuruptu4fun]

"Hmmm, a keeper huh?" I said," that could be arranged." I continue to monitor her condition as best I can sitting on the armrest of the oversized stuffed chair. Sitting facing her allows me to watch her luxurious legs cross and uncross, taunting me everytime she does that. We start a conversation, I let her guide it in telling me more about her and what she enjoys...

 

[felidae36]

Emily

To her joy, Eli brushed off her apology with an easy smile, and still partly cradling her body led her to the library. This is the first time she have actually been this close to a man, and the sensation of strong arms around her fragile body was not unpleasant. She allowed Eli to guide her to the different pictures on the wall. After a few more deep breaths, she was able to recover herself, gaining control over the alcohol-induced weakness, and participate in the conversation.

Art, together with literature and cooking, are among the few topics that can make Emily talk. Once again, Eli’s smooth charm worked as Emily forget her innate shyness as her love for beautiful artworks came to the fore, as she passionately discussed the finer points of each photograph. Her lovely face shone with excitement, her eyes still shining with a mild drunkenness. As they traveled from one picture to another, they barely noticed that Cat and Christopher had exited the room.

Eli brought her in front of another photograph; its theme pretty similar to the earlier picture that had fascinated her. The woman was bound to a bench, a huge man with instruments looming over her. Eli claimed that the instrument was for pleasure, and the way the woman’s body was arching was an unexpressed manifestation of desire. Emily looked deeply in the picture, aware of how Eli have come closer, almost pressing his body to her back, his breath while speaking blowing softly on her hair. The instruments and bindings in the picture should bring to mind torture and pain, Emily processed logically. But a quivering sensation in the pit of her stomach and an unspoken yearning in her soul, seem to find a kindred spirit in the woman in the picture.

In a husky voice, lower than her usual, she murmured, “How do you know of such things?”

 

[stealblue72]

Eli

Eli soon found Emily’s back against his chest and her head against his shoulder. His arms found their way around her waist to support her appropriately. He could feel the heaving in her body as she seemed to connect to what he was telling her. Her blue eyes gazed into the picture and back to his as she stilled seeming virtually mesmerized by his voice and the haunting picture in front of them. The women in the picture actually bore a striking resemblance to Emily in silhouette and form.

Eli eased the lecture on the paintings with interspersed forays into literature, history, world events, and international cuisine. All of the topics Eli brought up seemed to be natural for Emily to discuss. Eli was amazed at the worldliness of this 18 year old yet he burned to test the innocence of this magnificent creature he held in his arms. Emily stirred Eli’s imagination, mind and body to a level he had not been elevated to in a very long time.

Emily inquired many things of Eli but her venture into his experience about the subject of the painting really took him aback. “I have spent a good deal of time in Europe and the Far East. I have studied many ancient cultures and have learned a great deal about the giving and receiving of pain and pleasure. I have experienced both and understand how to find the limits of a man or a woman. It is a very narrow road that must be traveled in order to achieve the oneness between a Master and a submissive creature. There is so much that can ruin the relationship for either one of the two parties.”, Eli explained to Emily as he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her back into his firm chest.

“What would you like to know Emily? I would be honored to help you explore any of your questions. You are very beautiful and very intelligent. I am very intrigued with our conversations and desire to carry on if you are so inclined. My Lady”, Eli finished with a gesture of respect for the beautiful Emily.

 

[felidae36]

Emily

For a moment, Emily thought she had overstepped her bounds, realizing how personal the question must have sounded. Eli, had been extremely attentive to her, but he is an experienced, sophisticated gentleman. She reminded herself that she is nothing but a shy teenager who has never traveled outside the country, despite the amount of knowledge she had accumulated reading books, and the older man is just being polite. When you are not comfortable with people, books seemed to be the best substitute for company, and she had needed company a lot. Even not meaning to she was deeply flattered with his attention, her body responding to his touch, the circle of arms around her waist, a velvet chain binding her body close to him.

Curiously enough, he was not offended with the question. In an almost scholarly tone, he described the dynamics between a Master and his submissive. With words that painted erotic images in her head, and a voice that seemed like a dark caress on her skin, Emily listened, her beautiful eyes filled with wonder, her lips partly opened, her curiosity intense.

It took her a while to realized that Eli have addressed a direct question to her. She blinked, wide-eyed, before her mind fully grasped what he had just said. When she finally understood, she felt as if her mouth had gone dry, her pulse racing, and her heart fluttered in her chest. The invitation, hidden in polite words and camouflaged behind a chivalric gesture, she recognized despite her innocence, is an erotic one, whispering promises of forbidden pleasures. For a moment, she was tempted, so tempted, her brain awashed with images fed by the pictures they were viewing.

She released herself from his hold; her intention was to look upon his face. Gazing upon his handsome face, for a brief moment, she glimpsed the complete control, the savage dominance he is capable of, and she was struck with fear. She realized that because of her drunken state, she is playing with fire. She took back a step, bowed her head, and whispered softly, “I’m flattered, sir, but I’m just an ordinary teenager, not fitting for you attention.” Emily has no clue that in her current pose, she is a sublime picture of female submission, worthy of any true dominant’s interest.

 

[stealblue72]

Eli

Eli reached out to Emily and said, “Arise slattern. You are not worthy but you will become worthy. You will not bow to me again until you have earned the right.” Eli pulled her back up into his arms, holding her tighter now. Eli leaned into her ear and told Emily that he would teach her how to realize the thoughts she was having. “I can see the wantonness in your eyes Emily. You will be named Slattern from now on. Do you understand?”, Eli demanded. He could see the young girl’s mind was spinning and he could feel the heat at her waist were his hands had come to rest.

“Slattern, I will teach you the ways of a Comfort Women. You will meet every desire in your heart & will meet every desire I have for your body. You will become melded to me. I know that is what you want. It is what you need”, Eli said to the girl. His hand arm had gathered below her breasts keeping her heaving chest supported. Eli’s words painted an erotic picture for the young women to envision. The conversation was meant to lead the girl down a path her body could refuse to travel and her mind would find without. Eli’s heart was now speeding and his body was absorbing her scent, her taste, the texture of her hair, and the shape of her curves. He was feeding on her desire and her building need. He was taking her to the edge, hoping her to step off and not return to her former ways.

 

[littlewaif]

Cat worriedly followed Christopher into the main living area to make sure Rochelle was alright. Christopher, as usual, seemed to be handling the situation to all the ease and supportive guidance as was native to him, and after Cat was quite certain Rochelle would be herself again, she left her in Christopher's capable hands.

The crowd had begun to thin just a little. The nine-to-fivers were making their exits politely, for the most part. It left a few of her less conventional friends, some who were used to being up late, some who loved social settings, some who'd had a few too many, and, as Cat began to notice, at least one who she'd never seen before.

This was to be expected, she supposed, she had invited many of her friends, who had in turn brought a few interesting guests of their own, and she'd invited a handful of people from the neighborhood who she'd never had the pleasure to acquaint herself with.

The man she noticed seemed a little out of place, but totally unapologetic. He was in simple jeans and a black sweater, needing nothing more to highlight his entrancing sharp-angled face. He had the look of a scholar, or maybe just a student of the world. His messy dark hair gave him an endearingly tousled look.

Cat navigated her way through the crowd to him, extending her delicate hand to him. "I'm Cat Dubois..." she offered as he noticed her and took her hand "How are the natives treating you?" She smirked softly.

 

[felidae36]

Emily

She felt his arms around her body before she heard his words. She raised her eyes to meet his, midnight blue pools filled with awe, fear and a tremor of excitement. He called her Slattern, the word unfamiliar to her, evoking strange images of sensual slavery and erotic captivity. He did not give the name as a request; it was a statement, expecting no hindrance to his will, the command natural.

He extended the invitation with his words, his eyes, his touch, asking her, compelling her to take this step to a forbidden realm that can fulfill her soul’s unspoken longing. In her eyes, her innocence shone bright, but the passionate spirit that lies within is rattling its inner prison. He was a wizard, binding her with velvet twines, his powers seeing deep into her being, titillating her senses with his seductive presence. She felt like she was in the edge of an abyss, and her world has collapsed to this one moment in time, where her destiny hangs in a balance, as this man waits patiently for her answer. Almost in a daze, she raised one slender hand, intent on touching his face, shadowed in the cozy lighting of the library, a wistful smile on her lovely face.

Suddenly a shrill laugh and a popping of a wine bottle from the nearby dining hall invaded the silence of the library. Emily jerked her hand as if electrified, a blush filled her cheeks as the liquid courage that had held her for some time dissipated in her system. What is she doing in this empty room, allowing herself to be seduced by this worldy gentleman? She faced his questioning gaze directly, fighting her inner impulse to let go and just allow him control…dominion..power over her. She shook her head as if fighting an inner battle, as she said softly, “I think its time I should go back to my parents. Thank you for your company, Eli.”

 

[Trinique_Fire]

Juliet Key

Juliet despises nothing more than the piano. It's ridiculous, living under Big Brother in her own house, still under her parents' thumb.

"I'm 19," she thinks. "Too old for all this bullshit."

Watching herself stand naked in front of the full length mirror, she hears her thoughts and is convinced for only a moment. However, her thoughts are empty of conviction and she sighs, rolling her eyes and slipping a nightshirt over her head. Grabbing a brush from her dresser, she turns on the radio and talks to herself as she brushes her hair.

"I hate this. I hate this hair style, these stupid clothes, the stupid piano. I want out."

Her parents had refused the invitation to Cat Dubois' party, saying that they'd rather spend a quiet night at home. Her mother said she heard things about Cat and her friends, hush-hush stories about what went on behind closed doors (and sometimes open ones), things she would rather not expose her daughter to.

Leaning against the edge of the dresser, Juliet looked at the clock and wondered if it was too late to investigate Cat's party. She didn't feel like dressing to the nines, but she didn't want to go in jeans, either. Pulling on a short sundress and throwing a cardigan over it, she left her hair down and applied light makeup. Screw it if she didn't fit in with them. At least she'd be noticed. She thought Rochelle might be there. Rochelle was gorgeous, and Juliet equally loved and hated when she came to clean. Loved it because it made her feel good inside, but hated it because she was always terrified that Rochelle would wise up to her one of these days...if she didn't already know.

Juliet headed quietly down the back stairs and out the kitchen door, grabbing her car keys on the way out. Wonder of wonders, her parents had given her a car for her 18th birthday, something Juliet was constantly amazed about. They were so puritan, it made her sick. Let them find out she'd snuck out. Juliet was tired of caring, and tired of being treated like she wasn't an adult. She did everything they asked, whenever they asked, just like the good little daughter she was.

She parked a block away from Cat Dubois' house and walked the rest of the way. With only slight hesitation, Juliet rang the doorbell quickly.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Rochelle

We start a conversation, I let her guide it in telling me more about her and what she enjoys...

Maybe it's the combination of her migraine medicine and the tequila, but Rochelle finds herself engaged by Christopher's quiet, calm demeanor. He seems to be very sure of himself and quite comfortable lounging away on a seat across the way from her. Of course, she figures it has something to do with th length of thigh she has left hanging out, but she is too relaxed to want to move to fix it.

"Hmm, about me? Well, since I have never worked for you then you obviously are unaware that I don't reside in Ivyoke. I live in the city. I only come here Monday through Friday for certain householders. I do housekeeping, fix dinners, help out if someone has a dinner party that needs a maid. Not too mention the odd spot of children sitting if the parents are willing to pay extra for it."

Rochelle grinned, a deep dimple showing up just to the right of her mouth, drawing more attention to the juicy lips and white teeth.

"I don't go out often, I work entirely too much. I met Cat through a former employer who recommeded me to her. Luckily for me, Cat didn't require a helper, instead I managed to get a pretty good friend. What else would you like to know?"

Rochelle ran her tongue over her semi-dry lips and took a sip of water. "After all, I have no secrets. Well not many."

 

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Eli's Quest

Eli drew the woman back to his body attempting to break the bond that tied her to the life she knew before she walked through Cat’s front door. “You do not understand Slattern. You have given yourself to me. You are now pleasure to be spent anyway I see fit. You will NOT depart from me before I give you leave Slattern. Do you understand?” Eli’s voice reverberated through Emily’s mind. Her face was now looked ashen to Eli. He could tell that his words had hit the mark with Emily. Eli wanted her soul to trust him to have dominion over her. He wanted her heart to desire to explore the dark realm he was showing her.

Eli realized he would have to use his every charm, seduce her every sense, and inflame the passion that was building in her to pursue the desire she now showed in her eyes. “My lady, you have a destiny that awaits you. You have it within you to reach the heights of passion with me that most women only dream of.”, Eli said seductively as he turned her to another picture. “Do you see the bliss, the peace and the total contentment of that woman? That is what you need, Slattern. This is what you can achieve.”, Eli spoke on leaving Emily entranced by his voice.

Eli had found very few women in his short life that he found intelligent and desirable enough to pursue as he was pursuing Emily. Of those he had met, he found that even fewer had the passion to achieve a state of ecstasy that he saw Emily was capable of. “Emily, feel the passion of the women in these paintings. Look around and see in your self what I see. You are a Slattern and I see the desire in your eyes for the life I have shown you. Just say Yessss.” The word rolled of Eli’s tongue like falling water off the falls.

Emily had fallen back into Eli’s arms listening to him expose the truths that he was unlocking. The noise in the other room faded to black as he now caressed her lithe form. The heat from his body was felt on her back and his words were leaving her gaze transfixed on the paintings in front of her. “Come to me my Slattern. Find your place with me…..”, She heard Eli whisper into her red lox.