House of Masks [OPEN (see OOC)]

[littlewaif]

Madame Eva had managed what many had long considered impossible, to imbue a place with dreamlife. To bring to the city a spark of sex and life and fantasy so complete and luxurious it was indiscriminable from the imagination of the few (and wealthy) who sought her business. Actually, it wasn't always the wealthy. If a prospective client struck her fancy, she would often treat them to the lush furnishings of her palace of sin out of the kindness of her wicked, crazy heart. And occasionally, after having a taste, a man could spend himself dry soaking in the radiance Madame Eva could provide. Eva was a good woman, but she was crazy as hell. She was around 30, toned, gorgeous, and wild. No one knew anything about her... where she got her money, why she had decided to build up her brothel of dreams. She was a mystery. Her long, straight black hair fell down her black, glossy and smooth and pure silk. Her skin was soft and olive. Her eyes soft, smart, and hazel. She had managed to disguise a very unique brothel amongst the hustle and bustle of the city. She has, in essence, created a haven for people who have dreams and desires that they can't bring to fruition in their lives.

Eva loved her girls, and loved finding new ones. She was a connoisuer of fantasy girls. She had a way of spotting women that men would kill for. She could take one long look into a girl's eyes and see if they had the stuff to make a man play thousands of dollars just to spend a night basking in the glow of her flesh... and as a result, the wares offered at Madame Eva's House of Masks were to DIE for. The madame was also very well known to take good care of her girls. They were payed handsomely. They had the health benefits of the most priveledged men in Corporate America. And the girls looked as if they were bathed in Eva's own kisses and had been groomed with combs of gold and milk baths.

Her establishment is run throughout the three top floors of a lux city building. Rooms are fully equipped as requested and fantasies truly come to life behind their closed doors. Men on occassion spend weeks in a floor of the establishment, retreating into a world of pure luxurious fantasy. Sessions have been known to cost her thousands of dollars to prepare... Eva is notorious for having her costumes, her toys, and her interiors custom-made. Madame Eva has a special knack for pairing the perfect girl (or girls) with her customers and her girls have a special ability to destroy and resurrect men with their beauty and talent. Madame Eva's girls are artists of disguise and adaptation. They are chameleons who sneak into the lustful hearts of men and find the root of their passion... and embody it.

It was the first day of the new year and Madame Eva had just settled the business aspects of the last year's business. She had called her girls up to the floor above the functioning three of the brothel-- her personal suite and office. She lived and worked from this room and it was intimate and beautiful. Dusk light poured in from the sun setting around the city. Eva seated the girls in her office. There were low black silk loveseats and "single" chair big enough to seat two. Madame Eva slid onto her huge desk and raised her glass to her beautiful daughters-- sisters. "To my girls... they're the goddamned best." They laughed and clinked glasses.


"Alright, my loves, we've got some new business coming in, and I think we need to consider who would be best for these jobs."

She took out a thin, elegant grey leather book and cracked it open. This book was like a portal for the everyday anybody from off the streets to fall asleep and wake up amidst the unimaginable. From this book came plans, blueprints for geisha's quarters, dank basements, and classrooms... matches made in heaven... and money in unimaginable amounts. One thing could be said for Eva. There was definately a demand for what she supplied, and she was an immaculate businesswoman.

"First order of business is a young girl who needs some very affectionate kidnappers." Madame hardly needed these meeting sessions with the girls. She had an immaculate sense of what they excelled at, what they enjoyed, and what the clients wanted and needed. "Ally and Cami, I must admit, I initially thought of you."

 

[And 1]

Andrew looked luxery city building and patted his pocket to check his wallet was still there.He had heard about the House of Masks from a Client at his firm,they had been discussing things over a couple of drinks and somehow the discussion had turned towards their mutual sex lives.

Andrew blushed when he rememered how he had discribed his lack of enjoyment lately to his Client.It wasn't that he wasn't having sex,he had been having enough just recently and had gotten a lot out of it.No it was the women he was doing it with that lead to his lack of enjoyment.They were all the same way,the nice girl who loved giving pleasure or being pleasured,none of them were what he was looking for.

For Andrew wanted a girl that was wild unabiated unafraid to use her femine wills to get her way,to talk dirty and like it as something to liven things up.A women who enjoyed being Mistress as well as Servent and liked to dress up as any man's fantasy just to fufil her own. Andrew was told that this was the place to go to get what he wanted and as he entered the building and took the lift up to the top 3 floor's hoped that his fantasy would turn into a reality.

 

[icu1978]

willow sat cross leged in a chair near with other girls smiling as and drinking from the glass in her left hand while playing with the ends of her hair with the other. she watched as the madam told them about the men that where comign in today and her exciment grew. she enjoyed her work enoumously and looked forward to each new assignment.

wearing a pair of tiny pink shorts and a putton up white blouse with the top 4 buttons undone she figured she would have to change her outfit before her date showed up. it would depend on what he wanted.

 

[jadore jouer]

Ally

"To my girls... they're the goddamned best."

Ally laughed and waved her glass in the air, looking around at the women in the room. Her colleagues around her was smiling and laughing, each and every one of them beautiful and unique. Flicking a strand of blonde from her eyes, she brought the delicate glass to her lips and sipped the bubbly liquid. Stunning. Everything Madame Eva provided was top-notch, from the costumes her girls wore to the alcohol she served them. Ally grinned into her glass as she took another sip. Health benefits, fantastic pay, and never without excitement--she had the best job in the world.

The chatter and giggles of the women died down as their employer began to discuss up coming business.

"First order of business is a young girl who needs some very affectionate kidnappers. Ally and Cami, I must admit, I initially thought of you."

"Ooh la la!!" Ally commented, her tone light-hearted. She was definitely always first to make comments about the different types of fantasies she and her colleagues were to fulfill. She guessed it was to make her feel more comfortable. Though Ally loved her job, she still had to, say, 'get in the zone' before really discussing or performing business. In really life, she wasn't a very sexual person. In fact, she doubted any of her clients would recognize her if they bumped into her on the street. For one thing, she did not wear clingy or form-fitting clothes out of work. One could normally see her in a pair of worn-in jeans, a tee-shirt, and some things that could have ones been called sneakers. In fact, it was what she was wearing at the time of this meeting--she'd definitely have to change before her first clients arrived.

Taking another sip of her drink, Ally ran her fingers through her hair: straight and blonde, it fell to just below her shoulder. Her hazel eyes, today a bit greener than usual, focused on Madame Eva as she awaited further information as to her first fantasy.

Then, a question popped into her head.

"Ooh, wait, Madame. Sorry if I just didn't understand, but I have a question. Do you mean that our client is a young girl and you were thinking of Cami and I to be her kidnappers? Or would one of us be the young girl and the client would be our kidnapper?"

Ally did not feel dumb asking this sort of question. Madame was very understanding, and did her best to ensure that her girls knew what was expected of them. And anyway, it was a pretty good question; any fantasy is possible in the House of Masks.

 

[littlewaif]

"The two of you would be working together for a young female client. The two of you will be playing her kidnappers. I would advise light force, and max out the affection, but I will inform you both more fully when I have a chance to fully discuss it with the young woman. What do you girls think? I can't imagine either of you darlings having much of a problem with this one... It's pretty straightforward. Madame tipped the bottle to refill Ally and Willow's glasses, and clinked the bottle back down. Softly, as Ally was considering the information she'd provided, she gently lifted Willow's chin in her fingers, and said "I think I've got an assignment for you, too, love. We'll get to that in a moment."

 

[icu1978]

smiling sweetly up at madam she adored this woman who treated her with such kindness. " thank you (indicating her glass) yes mam." she was always willing to wait her turn and trully enjoyed hearing the fantasy's that the other girls would be satisfying later. looking around the room she smiled thinking herself one of the luckiest wemon alive. she went from an over bearing home to a home where she was accepted and loved and had sisters to talk to about anything that poped into her head. smiling she took another sip of her champagne.

 

[littlewaif]

(as per some preferences discussed between myself and J'adore via PM, I'm doing some backpeddling. Forgive the bump in the road. Thanks for letting me know, Ally. )

Suddenly, Madame looked pensive.

She flipped a few pages in her grey book and frowned.

"Actually, girls... forgive me. It seems the young girl withdrew her application for business two days ago. I had forgotten." The madame seemed momentarily frustrated. "I'll have to cancel some orders, then." Her voice was suddenly soft and easy again. "No need to have all the trimmings of a kidnapping if we haven't got a victim."

"Ally, Cami, forgive me. However, there is..." She paused, flipping a few pages "A man who is interested in playing the role of professor. He'll be transferring shortly and wants his students to give him a very special going away party. Do my talented lovelies think they could handle that?"

 

[jadore jouer]

OOC: Ah, yes. I apologize about that one, everybody. But, we push past it. =) ]

Ally nodded a small "Thank you" as her employer refilled her near-empty glass. She took another small sip and shifted her weight on the exquisite black sofa, tucking one foot underneath her body. This new order of business seemed interesting, though the blonde wasn't exactly thrilled. She'd been a part of all-female fantasies before, but they hadn't really been her cup-of-tea. Not that she disagreed with a lesbian lifestyle or anything, after all, she wouldn't have refused the job; females just weren't her preference.

"Actually, girls... forgive me. It seems the young girl withdrew her application for business two days ago. I had forgotten. I'll have to cancel some orders, then. No need to have all the trimmings of a kidnapping if we haven't got a victim."

The women giggled at her final comment. A small wave of relief spread over Ally as she took another sip of alcohol. She wouldn't have to do that fantasy after all, although, it was almost a shame. The idea of a kidnapping turned her on a bit; she certainly wouldn't mind being abducted by a few masked men and forced to do what they asked. Ally made a mental note to keep this fantasy in the back of her mind--she might just use it for herself one day.

"Ally, Cami, forgive me. However, there is...a man who is interested in playing the role of professor. He'll be transferring shortly and wants his students to give him a very special going away party. Do my talented lovelies think they could handle that?"

Ally's eyes lit up. She absolutely loved teacher-student scenarios, and the Madame knew it too. There was something so enjoyable and yet so...wrong about having an adult relationship with one's professor, and Ally adored every second of it.

"Yes, Madame!" Ally chimed it, looking over to Cami and grinning. "I think we can."

 

[littlewaif]

Madame looked to Cami, and smiled, knowing Cami would do just about anything. Her gaze fell to Willow next. "Willow, baby, I've got something a little more open ended for you."

Madame read directly from a page in the grey book, obviously quoting the words of the man himself.

I want a girl that is wild... unafraid to use her feminine wiles to get her way,to talk dirty and like it. A women who enjoys being Mistress..." Madame Eva paused at this bit, knowing it was a stretch for the beautiful little girl, "as well as Servant and liked to dress up as any man's fantasy just to fufill her own."

She surveyed Willow's face for her reaction.

 

[icu1978]

a little disapointed willow looked down and shruged." yes madam"
picking at a peice of lint from her clothing she tryed not to make eye contact with her beloved madam afraid to disapoint her.

this was not really the type of role she enjoyed prefering to play a victom and wimper and moan to swearing.. she had never really enjoyed swearing she found no use for those words. but she would try so that she may please her madam.

 

[littlewaif]

Madame Eva watched her sharply. "Willow. Look at me. Darling girl, you know better than to accept a job you do not want to do."

 

[icu1978]

raising her head she looked at madam Eva. " i will do it if you want me to madam... but.. it is just not somthign i would normally enjoy.. i am sorry" feeling like a disapointment she lowered her head again looking into her glass as she swirled the liquid inside.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Oooh, can I break out my schoolgirl costume again?" Cami grinned from behind her glass, winking at Ally. She loved to play a troublemaker in those types of scenarios... Working for Miss Eva had become something she truly enjoyed doing, letting her not only continue her acting in a way, but also exploring the other side to her... A side that was curious about so many things.

Taking another drink, she stopped mid-sip as she caught the slight hesitation from Willow on Madame's assignment for her. Swallowing, she cleared her throat as she set the glass back down. "Madame, if I may... Perhaps I could switch with Willow? I have no problem being the one in control. Just another wonderful role to play... And I do love a captive audience." She laughed a bit at that, raising her hand to touch her lips as her eyes widened. "Oh. I think I'm getting a bit tipsy. Time to stop with the drinks for me!"

 

[LitShark]

Hank Murdock

AAAAK!!! AAAAK!!! AAAAK!!! AAAA!!!

The loud and horrible scream of Hank’s alarm clock rattled his already aching head. A long groan of displeasure was the only form of argument he could utter at the arcane piece of technology before slamming his palm onto it until he found the “Snooze” button.

Hank Murdock wasn’t sure if someone could die from a hangover but if they could he imagined it would feel much like this. A distinct stench worn into his sheets was the only thing left of the prostitute he’d brought home last night, now he wished that he’d bought more booze instead. The streams of blinding sunlight that made their way through the blinds forced Hank to roll onto his other side. It felt like his skull was in a vice grip and the light and sounds around him twisted it tighter.

Flailing his arm like a blind beggar Hank felt for his cigarettes on the nightstand.

“Oh tell me that bitch didn’t steal my smokes…” Hank said, suddenly more awake as he searched more frantically for his next nicotine fix. “Come on… come on… come on God, you owe me this one little… Oh thank God!”

Hank discovered the pack in the pocket of the pants he’d been wearing the night before, holding it up like it was the holy-grail and he a conquering hero. He lifted the top back to investigate its contents, five left. ‘Great’ he thought, ‘now I’m going to have to leave the house today.’

The flash from his Zippo illuminated his face for a moment as he sat up in bed taking a deep drag from his cigarette. It was 11:05 am, Wednesday morning, another day closer to the grave.

Hank had once been a very successful detective, but after the tragic death of his partner Hank’s life fell apart. Eventually he was fired, his wife took the kids and left, now all he had was this shitty studio apartment and his unsuccessful Private Investigation business.

Another puff of smoke got Hank out of bed. He felt like shit. The nearly empty bottle of Jack Daniels sat across the room on his desk next to the computer. Hank slowly meandered his way over to it crushing empty beer cans, empty cigarette packs and old pizza boxes underfoot.

“Hair of the dog.” He sighed, quoting one piece of advice he knew from experience to trust.

The last few gulps of liquor disappeared down his throat. Hank sputtered and retched from the horrible taste as the burn made its way down his chest. In his sputtering he accidentally tapped the mouse on his computer, bringing up his desktop.

“What the…” Hank muttered through his smoke sending ash down onto his well-defined chest.

The “e-mail” icon flashed on his computer indicating that he had a new urgent message. Unsure who could possibly care enough to send an urgent e-mail Hank opened the message right away, optimistic that it might be from his ex-wife.

More shocking than word from his ex, Hank’s e-mail was about a job. How had these people even found a listing for him?

Hank looked into the bottom of his JD bottle, at least if he did this he’d have some cash. It’s much easier to drink one’s self to death when you have money for booze. Hank quickly wrote back to Father Morgan, listing information he’d need if he were to find and recover his beloved daughter Willow.

 

[littlewaif]

Madame Eva was constantly surprised and impressed with Cami. The girl was virtually unstoppable. Madame couldn't remember a time Cami had ever shied away from an assignment. At the same time, she didn't blame Willow for having her preferences. It could be a hard job, and you couldn't force yourself into situations you didn't enjoy. It took the sensuality out of sex, and that was the last thing Eva wanted for her porcelain doll of a girl. "Good, that will work perfectly. I happen to know Willow is stunning in a schoolgirl's outfit." She laughed, her voice like a bell... "Not that you aren't Cami, but it sounds like this fellow has a few costumes he'd like filled out."

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Then I'll go raid my closet as soon as we get done here. Black leather, a little lace... ohh, and maybe a chance to break in my new little whip." Cami grinned, reaching for her glass... then remembered what she had said only moments before. Drinks took a quick effect on her lately, and to have too many before a guest's arrival would lead to her breaking character far too easily. No, not a good idea in the least. This new man seemed to have a number of things he was interested in... and to dissappoint him would dissappoint Madame Eva.

 

[littlewaif]

Madame Eva smiled easily at Cami and put her hand softly under the girl's chin. A quick look was all they needed for the Madame to express her approval and pride in the girl. With an easy, knowing hand she took up the girl's glass and brought her back some harmless Perrier from the elegant tray behind her desk.

"Willow, does this arrangement suit you?"

 

[icu1978]

looking from cami to madam eva she smiled brightly nodding " yes mam" she said excitedly. she knew that playing a school girl she would not be forced to use language she was uncomftorable with.. it was one of the few things left over from being reaised by a strong reliouse family. she had been trying to work on it but still the words sounded wrong falling from her lips.

looking to cami she smiled " thanks cami"

 

[littlewaif]

The Madame grinned brightly. She was extremely attentive to her girls. She didn't like them feeling out of place, not only because it inhibited them from doing their jobs, but because she loved each of them in her own way, and would not see them do something they did not feel at ease doing. This wasn't to say that she didn't believe in pushing boundaries, but it was a delicate process. She touched Willow's cheeks. "Those are my good girls... so resourceful."

 

[LitShark]

Trouble on the doorstep

“Yeah thanks…” Hank muttered offhandedly to the cab driver, tossing a $20 into the passenger’s seat. “Keep it.”

The driver watched him light a cigarette and then looked at the bill. $20 for an $18.75 fare from the airport. This guy was a real piece of work.

“Oh shit! All of it?” The distinctly New York cabbie exclaimed sarcastically. “I dunno if the bank can take ALL of THIS. You must work for the Rockefellers or some shit.”

The cab sped away, the driver still muttering to himself about how he was going to spend his new fortune. Hank was far to busy smoking and staring up at the massive building in front of him. THIS was the terrifying bordello he was seeking?

The preacher had made it sound like his daughter was kidnapped by gypsies to be a lifelong sex slave. This building looked more like stock was traded inside rather than flesh. Hank looked at the address he’d written on the back of the receipt for his smokes. The numbers matched, this was the place.

After Hank had gotten Willow’s credit card and social security numbers from her father it wasn’t too hard to use the IRS’s database to see where her checks were coming from. Whoever ran this place made it pretty tough to find, he’d discovered Eva before he’d discovered her brothel. Hank phoned in a favor to the Police chief to get the address, it turned out they had already put a few eyes on this place, but it quickly became too much of a hassle and since there hadn’t been any complaints, the cops were more inclined to chase after actual criminals than upscale whores.

The chief had told Hank that if he could deliver them proof of the “activities” that went on inside they’d be able to shut it down.

Though Willow’s father had also instructed him to shut the place down Hank felt like it wasn’t really his place to tell others what to do. Lord knows he saw the value of a good whore from time to time. Maybe he could maneuver himself into a position to sample the wares while he was there.

His size 12 wing-tip stubbed out his smoke on the sidewalk before he passed through the automated sliding glass doors at the entrance. The collar of his long, wrinkled, tan trench-coat was folded back down as he made his way up to the reception desk.

“Ahem! Excuse me, I’m looking for the uh…” Hank scratched his stubbly chin as he looked back at his receipt. “House of Masks?”

Hank hoped that they allowed smoking in this brothel, he already wanted another smoke. His scruffy face and wrinkled suit made it apparent that he hadn’t worked a case in quite some time. Sure state law prohibited smoking in-doors but it also prohibited prostitution. He hoped they wouldn’t be sticklers.

 

[icu1978]

madam gently touched her cheek and willow smiled warmly turninng into the soft palm and looking up at madam eva "Those are my good girls... so resourceful."

looking to cami she thank smiled thankfull that cami was always there to save her from doing somthing she was not comftorable with. seting her glass aside she curled up in madam's soft chair and listening and watching what all else was going to be said. thinking she would have to remember to do something special for cami. this was not the first time that she had come to willows aid offering to take a job for her.

 

[And 1]

Andrew looked out as the lift door's opened,he was amazed at the site that greeted him."Man Bob was right this is like something from a dream" he mumbled as he gazed into the foyer of the house of masks.

He walked up to the reception area and rang the bell,Bob the client who had recomended this place for him had contacted the Mademe with Andrew's details and what he was looking for.Andrew waited for somone to appear slightly nervous not knowing what to expect.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"No problem. It's been awhile since I got to be a little bossy... Hopefully he'll let me have some fun with it." Cami grinned, beaming as Madame Eva gave her a warm smile and a glassful of water instead of more alcohol. "Thank you, miss Eva," She said softly, sipping the cold water before getting out of her chair. "I suppose I should go take a shower and wander my closet..."

She paused as she hit the doorway, turning back to give a wink to Willow. "Hey, if you want, stop by my room later. I'll braid your hair into tails for you and give you some of my pink ribbons. Some guys seem to have this thing for pink silky ribbons..." She shrugged, starting down the hall-
-And finding two men standing in the main foyer.

"Oh!" She hastily pulled the black silk robe that draped from her shoulders about herself, hiding the bright pink underclothes beneath. Why she bothered to cover herself, she wasn't exactly certain- a sense of modesty in such a place seemed obsolete, yet she felt the natural impulse to do so. Perhaps fear of revealing 'too much of the goods'. After all, if they got to enjoy too much of the main attraction, what purpose was there to continue on any further?

"Can... I help you gentlemen?" Cami glanced hesitantly between the two, one standing at the front desk and fumbling in his coat, while the other seemed to be meekly hiding, as though scared to be there.

 

[jadore jouer]

Downing the last of her drink, Ally got up from her position on the sofa. She gently placed her empty glass on the Madame's desk next to the open bottle and listened to the changes being made. She was to work with Willow now, and was only too happy. They hadn't gotten to work together in a few months, not since the Cop Fantasy. The blonde giggled to herself; that had definitely been one of her favorites. Good Cop vs. Bad Cop vs. Offender of the Law. Ally had played the Bad Cop.

The meeting had come to an apparent close, and the girls dispersed, some heading to their dressing rooms while others sidled over to the Madame's desk to receive another glass of alcohol. Ally tucked a few strands of blonde behind her ear and caught up to Willow and Cami as they made their way out of the office.

"Ok," she said to Willow as Cami talked of braids and pink ribbons. "If you get braids and ribbons, I get curls and barrettes."

She smiled warmly as they continued on their merry way, but stopped when she, along with the others, noticed a couple of men waiting at the receptionist's desk. Fortunately for Ally, she was completely covered in her everyday clothes. Cami, on the other hand, covered herself up quickly with her robe.

"If you want to make sure that you don't give a free show, I can help them."

She grinned, and waited for her response.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Cami puffed out a breath, glancing to Ally with a frown. "Hey, I just don't want to let them see too much without a proper costume on. Besides, I don't know if one of them is my client tonight. An audience should never see an actor out of character before the show..."

She gave a laugh at that, resting her hand on Ally's shoulder before glancing to Willow. "Why don't you head up and get your costume set up, ok? I'll be up in just a few minutes to help you with those braids. Just need to help Miss Ally with these earlybirds." She raised an eyebrow to Ally, nodding to the guy at the counter. "I'll take Smokey."