Courtesan

[lusty00]

This thread will be based around Talia, a twenty-two year old woman who is a courtesan (prostitute for the famous and/ or rich, paid an excessive amount of money). Talia started prostituting when she was 14 as she had been abandoned by her family and was forced to make money through selling her body.
Talia has both male and female clients with a range of different and shocking tastes.

 

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De Marquis du Maltemps

De Marquis du Maltemps was bored with court life. The king, his nobles, all little boys. Chasing the same little girls that they had been catching for years. He did not know which he hated more the pretended innocents or the true lack of sophistication in the court's de faire d'amour. Driven from his own country by the fortunes of war he was forced to live by the favors of this petty tyrant that thought himself a king.

The Marquis started his day as always with a long hot bath. Giles his manservant had scented the bath, laid out an appropriate custom for the day, and was now busy combing and powdering Maltemp's wig.

After preparing for the day Du Maltemps decided to stroll about the market place to see if there was some bobble that might catch his fancy or maybe news from home. As always Giles was there servant and bodyguard. As they wandered through the market going from stall to stall the Marquis and Giles found themselves in a rather seeder section then they would have preferred.

"There is nothing here that interests me" Du Maltemps drooled with a slight lisp.

" We shall return to the main square Giles."

Four rouges had followed De Marquis du Maltemps and Giles marking them as a fop and his servant, an easy mark. As Du Maltemps and Giles turned they where confronted by this band.

"Stand and deliver. Your money or your life"

"Out of my way you saucy rouges" du Maltemps lisped.

The band of four spread out drawing their blades. They had heard the lisp but not seen the deadly glint in Du Maltemps eyes.

It only took minutes for the Marquis and Giles to dispatch the hapless little band. They had misjudge their mark. Du Maltemps had carried a sword for King Louis through more battles than he cared to remember until that little incident with the queen, but alas that is story a for another time .


All four laid dead in the gutter. A small crowed had collected, sword play always draws a crowd.

"Giles it is time to go." As he did so he caught a delightful glimpse of a very familiar well rounded young ass.

"Talia my dear is that you?"

 

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Talia smiled and stretched out her hand majestically.
'Marquis, how nice to see you again. I do believe the last time we saw each other was two years ago. When we summered in Paris...' Talia drifted off as memories flashed through her mind. Her naked pale body bronzed by the light of the open roaring fire, holding her kneeling body up on trembling arms and hands while the Marquis thrust into her from behind and deliciously fondled her clit.
'It was good times we had...good times.'

 

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Du Maltemps

"Talia"

"Oh yes, the summer, Paris, and you. I just don't see enough of you these days"

The Marquis gently kisses the back of Talias' hand. There is a devilish glint in his eyes.

"Shall we retire to my rooms, renewing old friendships can be such a pleasure."

He brushes the side of her check with the back of his hand. Yes he knew what she was. The Kind would say a Courtesan. The jealous a prostitute or slut. Du Maltemps made no such judgements. Tailia sold her body to make her way in the world. He his sword. So who really was the prostitute? They both sold their skills to make a living.

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They arrived at his rooms.

"Giles you may leave".

De Marquis du Maltemps tossed a heavily laden purse on the small reading table.

"Talia you know how I hate unwrapping the little gifts I give myself, besides you wouldn't want me to tear the wrappings. It's such a lovely gown"

Du Maltemps settled in to his deep wing back chair and watched the fire light play over Talias' skin and gown.



AHHH....... Paris.

 

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OOC: Sorry I'll be away until Friday. Must make money to support some of my vices

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[Lustyoo]

Sorry about my absence I had arranged for someone to write in and explain everything but they seem to have got confused.
I had arm surgery a wek ago and have been inactive ever since. Sorry if this put out anyone. I'll should be better in a couple of days and typing won't hurt so much.

 

[Lustyoo]

Smiling at the erotic plea Talia began to unlace the bindings of her dress. Marquis always did like to watch. Even with her expertise the bodice took a while to unlace and reveal the satin slope of her shoulders and the tips of her breast. Teasingly Talia revealed inch by inch very slowly. When a soft moan came from Marquis Talia smiled coyly and threw the bodice and corset in the corner. Lowering layer after layer of skirt material Talia was finally left standing in nothing but a garter.
'Is this to you liking, Marquis.'



OOC: As most can tell I have no idea about the unfastening of old fashion dress. They probably wear pantalettes or pantaloons underneath but this is fiction and my thread so it'll be what ever I like.

 

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De Marquis du Maltemps

"Talia? A sigh escaped the Marquis lips as he took in her perfectly balanced form. Memories of Paris flooded back. AH the garter what a nice touch.

"Talia come sit upon my lap and tell this old solider what you have been up to. "

"Oh do bring the riding crop."

Ah Paris and their spirited rides.

 

[Lustyoo]

Smiling I walke over to the desk against the wall where a riding crop rests, turning I teasingly slap the crop against my palm. Swaying my hips seductively I walk over to Marquis and drop languidly onto his lap.
'I have been doing what I always do' I tell him 'Pleasuring those that wish for the experience and have enough moeny and standing in society to be enabled of my ....talent. And you Marquis what have you been up to.' Lightly slapping his chest with the crop for emphasis.

 

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du Maletemps

Jean catches Talia's wrist in a flash. His grip is strong but his touch is gentile. That of the master of the sword.

"Talia I have sold my skills to this petty tyrant who thinks himself a king. His court is nothing, but we must all sooner or later pay for the affairs de Coeur."

Prying the crop from Talia's grip he runs it's braided length up and down the flawless perfection of her inner thigh. He part the outer lips of her sex with its rough texture and across it's hooded guardian. He presses his lips to hers and their tongues dance in passion as Eve had taught Adam in the Garden. His warrior's hands rough and coarse caress her flawless skin. Lingering here and there to excite and pleasure Talia. It is a dance as old as time. lovers, seller and client, friends, or per chance just strangers tossed together for a time each helping the other to survive. Yes they really where two of a kind. Selling their skills to survive. No, the sham must be preserved less the sword pierces their hearts. Neither can afford love.

" Talia I am bored making decisions. It is so tiring you know. Use your imagination to amuse me."

The Marquis rhythmically taps the inside of Talia's thigh with the riding crop.

 

[Lustyoo]

'You crave to be submissive to me? To allow yourslef to be giving to someone mindlessly knowing that you need not make decisions because they will be made for you.' Talia breathed running her hand over his chest and pinching his nipple before quickly reclaiming the crop from his lax hand.


OOC: I though I'd ask you incase boundaries are crossed. I was going to continue further but I wasn't sure if this was what you wanted or how far you wanted to go.

 

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Du Maltemps

Oui ma Cher. No decisions just blissful surrender.

It was against Jean nature to surrender and Talia knew it well. To long the solider, the swordsman. But this was their game. Surrender never! But he would place himself in her hands and follow where she led.

Jean with a grip strong as iron turned the hand that held the riding crop and gentle kissed the inside of Talia's wrist. Then just as suddenly released it with the tenderness of a child releasing a fallen sparrow.

His hands now feel limply by his sides.