Indulgence - The Ultimate Playground

[Zaloc]

Garret Hest

Garret frowns during her speech, crossing his arms over his shoulders. He does his best to look displeased with her tirade but deep down in his chest he was getting excited. This sort of clash of wills is the thing that got him most excited. Who would be the winner and who would be the loser? He thought to himself, as he turned away and started walking off he allowed a smile to pass over his face.

He sighs and curses beneath this breath, shoving his hands into his pockets he keeps walking. As he passes by Elisa he taps her on the shoulder and smiles gently at her before continuing to walk towards the kitchens.

He wasn't looking forward to today's work, after all they had decided to put everything he hated the most to prepare on the menu for today. Karmic backlash? ***, whatever.

Surprisingly enough he starts whistling as he walks down the hallway. Even though he had a harrowing showdown with Ms. Marylena later. The way he was acting now you'd think he had just been told he won a contest with a large cash prize.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Sara Hambly

The limo pulled up in front of the palatial Indulgence resort. Looking up at the building from her seat in the back of the car, Sara Hambly felt her nerves getting the better of her. This was her first time out of the lab in almost two years, let alone her first vacation ever.

At the ripe age of twenty-one, the scientist had spent her whole life indoors, whether secluded with her studies or, later on, with her work, Sara was more of a worker bee than a social butterfly. The mere thought of stepping out of that limo, its sleek leather interior and cushioned seats a happy little bubble for her at the moment, terrified Sara. But, she was determined to make the most of this forced vacation and she would not let her fears get the better of her.

The car stopped at the entrance to the resort and the driver, a handsome man of Hispanic origins who had introduced himself as Carlos, opened the passenger door for her. With his assistance, Sara stepped from the limo. Her bags were immediately whisked away by a gorgeous bell hop, his broad shoulders brushed gently by his shaggy black hair. She followed him inside, her eyes straying every so often to his swaying hips and shapely ass. A heated blush worked its way up Sara's neck and over her cheeks as she mentally chastised herself for drooling over this man.

Walking into the foyer of Indulgence, Sara was struck by its beauty. Her eyes didn't know where to land as her gaze flicked about. It wasn't just the beauty of the building that struck her, but the people as well. Everywhere she looked Sara was surrounded by beautiful people, each one more stunning than the last. Her eyes danced over a couple, employees she guessed by their outfits, one male and the other female. They were talking by a table covered in floors, the man seemed to be consoling the woman. Sara felt drawn to the poor woman, who looked as if her world had crumbled beneath her. She couldn't help but gaze at the quiet beauty, her eyes unconscionably lingering on the gentle swell of the woman's breasts.

Shaking her head to clear it of thought, Sara nervously pushed her glasses up her nose. It was a nervous tick that she had acquired when she was younger. Though her parents had paid for her to have surgery on her eyes, Sara still wore the frames, only with regular glass instead of prescription lenses, because she could not bare to part with them. They were too much a part of her to let them go.

Sara approached the concierge desk, a petite woman with a beautiful girl-next-door look about her smiled and greeted Sara.

"Welcome to Indulgence, Miss Hambly." She said in a soft, husky voice. "We are very pleased to have you staying with us."

"Thank you." Sara replied, pushing her glasses again. She shifted uncomfortably as the girl rattled off all the amenities that Indulgence had to offer.

Three people stood off to the side of the desk. Two women and a man. The women both were members of the staff, the man obviously a guest. Not wanting to eavesdrop, Sara forced herself to listen as the receptionist told her what suite she'd be in, and handed her a pamphlet.

"This will tell you how to read each staff member's name tag." The girl said, "It will be very handy for you as this is your first time with us."

Sara looked down at the pamphlet, then at the girl's name tag. Kayla, it read, and beneath that a symbol for female that was inverted purple, the upper quadrant colored in black, and three letters: G, E, V.

Oh my, Sara thought, what have I gotten myself into here?

 

[Zaloc]

Garret Hest

Garret made it back to the kitchens, prepared to get an earful from the kitchen manager for today. But instead he was greeted with looks of surprise.

"What brings you here today Garret?" asked the manager, "Did a guest ask you to fetch them something specific?"

Garret's expression joined the rest of the surprised ones, "Uhm . . . not that I'm aware of. I thought today was my day to work in the kitchens . . ." Garrets sentences were broken up and slow as if the majority of his mental capacities were focused on remembering what his schedule was for the week.

"Did you forget your schedule again Garret?" she asks, "Seriously how do you keep doing that?" hands on her hips and tapping her foot the woman shakes her head, sending the chef's hat balanced upon her head wobbling.

Laughing nervously, "Eeeeehhh heheheheh, yes?"

This response is met with a swipe from a rolling pin from the manager, "You oaf! Do we need to write your schedule onto your body with permanent marker or something?!"

Slipping around a few more blows from the rolling pin Garret backs up towards the exit, "Hey I've already got a showdown with someone else today. I don't need a handicap! Well I guess I'll go wander around looking for guests to help see ya around guys!"

Having said that he slipped out through the kitchen doors and started roaming the halls looking for guests who needed tending to. Mumbling softly to himself about how he couldn't remember a schedule that changed seemingly every other day. He found himself wandering around in a circle around the halls of the first floor for a while, lost in his thoughts.

 

[GameMistress]

Sandra Young & Ms. Marylena

“Ah, how lovely then Mr. Schmidt, we will of course be delighted to accommodate your every whim. It is, after all, our purest pursuit here at Indulgence.” While Sandra did not appear to be taking notes, the glimmering intelligence in her eyes speaks of a painfully efficient mind. Make no mistake, she was well aware of – and busy analyzing and memorizing – every nuance of this guests behavior and desires. The compilation of her skilled assessment and gleaned knowledge would be added to the thin file under his name, empowering them to make each successive visit more and more fulfilling.

One client had called Indulgence his only addiction, justifying that it was still cheaper than being hooked on a narcotic.

“Well, I am afraid I am the bearer of awful tidings then – the Travelers’ Suite is occupied at this time, but we have a lovely Norse-themed suite called Valhalla that you might find appealing. It is very rugged, lots of fur and lovely windows, even a beautifully recreated private hot spring. If not, you might enjoy our Tribal Skies suite, which is built around an indoor tepee and stream – most of our suites do enjoy a water feature of some sort—“

Ms. Marylena gracefully strides up to intercept the pair and as Gambit’s attention dives to be absorbed completely with her, she shoots Young a knowing look. Whatever mien she has assumed, it is not one of docility – although her placid features might make excuse for its parading as such.

“Ah, Ms…” Sandra trips for a moment on the address, Marylena’s subtle hand gesture freeing up her tongue a moment later. “Ms. Marylena is a bonded staff member. While all staff here are of course devoted to guests, Marylena’s bond is the company’s assurance that she is a true … mistress of Indulgence, knowledgeable and trained in all manner of guest relations and endorsed as a divine representation of the best we have to offer.” There is a motion from the desk – Kayla waggling desperate fingertips to attract attention. “Ah – pardon me, duty calls, I shall return shortly.”

“Marylena, please do your best to … assist Mr. Schmidt,” Sandra adds in a hasty rush before moving with fast, short steps that are no less gliding for all their haste to the desk. She takes one look at the situation and decides to take it well in hand. “Thank you, Kayla. The DOD are our special friends here at Indulgence,” she continues, offering Sara a gentle smile. “We would be remiss in our hospitality if I did not ensure to your personal satisfaction, Miss.”

Marylena is watching Gambit from the corner of one eye, one dark eyebrow rising in an otherwise expressionless face as she ponders her response for several moments.

“As an especially devoted servant of the house, sir, I am afraid that I am on contraception and incapable of … breeding at this particular moment in time. I would be delighted to stop by the health center and have that remedied, although it does take three to four days to wear off.” The words are said in the softest of voices, honeyed, dulcet tones that cradle each word even as she gently drawls them. “But, I will have to admit that I am a selfish girl and quite devoted to my duties, as well as your pleasure, and so would be happy to assist you in finding something more immediately … satisfying.” Her eyes gleam now with something akin to amusement, her lips pulling into a cupids bow smile as she feigns a brief curtsey to Gambit, sans skirt.

Sandra is beaming a welcoming, warm smile at Sara – her innate empathy making her extremely conscientious of the woman’s radiating sense of unease. She offers Sara her hand, and a comforting movement with her left hand – a gentle, feather-light stroking of fingers from the young woman’s shoulder to halfway down the side of her arm. The gesture serves two purposes – one, it will reinforce the gentle warmth and reassurance Sandra exudes, and two it will help to prepare her for consistent and regular human contact. For all of its so-called modesty, Indulgence is a place of physical and emotional intimacy, and there is no purpose in hiding it.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t aware of your arrival, or else I would have welcomed you myself. Goodness, if I had two of me I’d have an easier day of it,” admits Sandra a little breathlessly, laughing at her own expense. “We are so glad you have come to visit, and please – if there is a single thing that we can do to assist you or any comfort we can bring you, you only have to speak of it and your wishes shall be granted.” Here Young inclines her head in a slow, gracious movement, also ceding to the exalted role that Sara, as the guest, holds. As she does so, Sara spies down on the paperwork in the woman’s hands and straightens with another bright smile.

“How lovely! It appears that you’ve landed one of the tower suites – I believe this is the French Princess Tower, it’s a beautiful corner room built right over the rose gardens and it has its own indoor fountains. It is so lovely and warm, I’m certain it will be delightful. I do hate to overwhelm you on your first day, but I’m afraid there is an endless task list I get to tackle today, Ms. Hambly.” A tall, nattily dressed figure comes stalking out of one of the side halls, and Sandra recognizes him vaguely. “What perfect timing,” she murmurs, gesturing for Kayla to intercept him.

Kayla does so, approaching him to speak in a low, soft voice – swinging her eyes around to point at Ms. Young and their newest arrival, Ms. Hambly. Sandra waits for him to look over before bestowing a beaming smile upon him and waving him to her side. When he arrives, she gives Sara’s fingers a warm, reassuring squeeze and then turns to direct him more carefully.

“Thank you for coming to my rescue, Garret. Ms. Hambly here has a suite in the northwest tower. I’m afraid I have an urgent meeting to return to – would you kindly do me the favor of escorting Ms. Hambly to her room and orienting her on Indulgence policy? I would appreciate it very much,” Sandra said the last two words very slowly, “If you could help her become adjusted so that she feels more comfortable during her time with us here.” Turning to Ms. Hambly, she offers the girl another warm smile.

"Please, Ms., do not hesitate to let Garret or I or any staff here know what it is that pleases you so that we can make sure you get as much as your heart desires." She leans in closer and confides in a soft undertone, "My secret weakness is chocolate and strawberries, I could eat them for decades and never feel deprived." Straightening up she shot Garret a smile and raises her eyebrows slightly. "It might be worth it to take Ms. Hambly on a brief tour of the restaurants, clubs, and casino before you help her locate her suite, as well."

 

[Zaloc]

Garret Hest

After seeing the woman he was being assigned to take care of was starting to become somewhat overwhelmed at all that was being thrown at her, Garret assumed his most kind and gentle demeanor, smiling broadly at her.

"Of course, I'd be happy to give Ms. Hambly a tour of the facilities. Such a charming woman as her deserves only the best,"

Placing his hands by his sides, he bows deeply, it is very reminiscent of a bow one would do as you enter or leave a dojo, "My name is Garret Hest, please don't hesitate to ask me for anything. No matter what it is I'll do my best to see your wishes are fulfilled."

Straightening up Garret steps beside her and offers her an elbow to slide her arm through or merely hold on to.

"Allow me to give you a tour of the facilities, rather than bombarding you with all there is to know about Indulgence how about you just ask the questions that are most burning on your mind before I go through all the little details?"

Garret was clearly someone who was more used to speaking quickly, letting his words rush from his lips in his fervor, however, he was showing visible restraint in slowing himself down to try and not fry the nerves of the guest with too much information at once.

Garret's broad smile and relaxed stance made it seem like he was inviting Ms. Hambly to do the same.

 

[frankie_jay]

Bailey Anders

Bailey pushed her sunglasses on top of her head when she heard the crunching of the limo's tires on the long gravel driveway, signaling her arrival at Indulgence. Her dark eyes scanned the impressive grounds and the huge building in front of her. The place was imposing, which was a new experience for Bailey, considering her home had rooms she had never even been in.

"May I assist you with your luggage, Miss Bailey?" Harold, the weathered old driver asked her after rolling down the divider between the front and the back of the limousine.

"No, thanks, I've just got the one," she responded, gesturing to the purple rolling suitcase lying on the floor. "Just don't forget to come back and get me when the 'rents finally close the deal," she said, flashing a smile at Harold and tucking a lock of shockingly purple hair behind her ear.

Bailey exited the limo, adjusting the scooping neckline of her black dress and pulling the suitcase behind her. She waved at Harold as the sleek limo sped away, leaving her with no idea what to do or what was in store. Of course, she had heard of the hotel and its reputation, but nothing above whispered rumors. And to her parents, who would deny her nothing, especially for the chance to get her out of the house, it was an easy sell.

Though the reservation, the new clothes and luggage, and the wallet stuffed quite a few of her parents' many credit cards had been masked as a twenty-second birthday present, Bailey knew the real reason they had sent her here. Bailey's increasingly...questionable...behavior had become a liability for her parents. And it wasn't only her appearance that worried them--Bailey had recently come out to her parents and informed them that she did, in fact, enjoy sleeping with other girls. It didn't bother her parents, but some of their prospective clients were extremely conservative and the out-and-proud lesbian daughter put a damper on the happy-home image they tried to portray. Bailey was rarely at home when her parents hosted clients (usually staying with a variety of girls at various hotels) and all of their family portraits were airbrushed in an attempt to make her seem as "normal" as possible.

Bailey was excited to be here at Indulgence where she could be herself and really let loose. Even with her one-night stands and clubbing, she always felt like there was someone hovering over her, disapproving. However, she felt like this was the place she could finally be herself.

She adjusted the hem of her short dress, took a deep breath, and stepped into the lobby of the grand hotel, pulling her suitcase behind her. The clicking of her heels echoed in the empty lobby and Bailey peered around as she moved to the desk, looking for some sign of an employee to check her in.

 

[sombrablanca]

Gambit listens carefully to the explanations given, watching the expressions go across Marylena's face. He doesn't like the fact he will have to wait for her. However, you have to take what life gives you. On top of it he is very early. Most men and women do not have to worry about getting a woman pregnant.

"The valhalla suite shall be amazing I am sure." He sees Ms. Young is still assisting other guests. Considering her position, Gambit details his needs to Marylena. "I will have you as soon as you are able to be impregnated. It would greatly please me, and I'd be very appreciative if you'd go do that as soon as possible. I am here until one or more pregnancies are confirmed."

He follows her to the suite, making sure his steps are not too long. He doesn't even look back to see that his luggage is following. He knows it will be, at a respectful distance. "My family requires I produce a respectable heir. Apparently the women I find in my line of work, or having fun do not qualify. Aunt Beth says if I do not sire an heir she will tan my hide with her cane, damn the fact I'm a third her age. If she thought she could get me married and settled she'd have ordered that too. However the debutante balls were a no go. They were insipid, spineless, and just plain boring. She's pretty certain y'all don't do the bride thing either, and wants me happy."

He opens the door for her out of habit when they get to the room, whistling softly at the furnishings of the room. "This will do indeed. I love the large window in the roof. It'll be amazing at night."

"As I said, you suit superbly. You are a gorgeous woman that exudes Southern charm, aristocracy, and I know you seem to have tried to hide it on greeting me, but I saw the fire when dealing with the other two. I will demand what I want, and take it, but fire is a good thing."

"I'm informed spreading my seed is important, so while you're unavailable I shall indulge with others. However it is my firm belief when you think you've found perfection, you should put your all into it. So when you're fertile, and our time shall not be wasted, i shall be focused on you completely. You shall not leave my side." He grins, leaning forward swiftly, hoping to take her by surprise. His hands reach to tangle in her hair, his lips descending to devour her mouth hungrily. His other wraps around her, wanting to see how she fits his body. They can discuss the fact that yes, a few children would be better, things can happen even in this day and age. The fact he loves redheads, Asian women, Black women, and Latinas, but there is the requirement for those of a wealthy southern land owner line. So that makes the black women rare, and others rarer. For now though, he just has to taste her, feel her, find out if she is as he hopes. He wonders if the surprise will bring out the spitfire he saw. He can only hope.

 

[GameMistress]

Ms Marylena

Marylena was a true professional – before coming to Indulgence, she had been a very well paid professional mistress, and then a pro dome. Neither life was very personally fulfilling – but financially, there was little to compare to it. Life at Indulgence – now, that was comparable, and truly fulfilling. It had taken her only a couple of years here to realize just how perfectly she fit in to the world here – and how badly she wanted to teach… no, show others how short they fell of her ideals. She had been bonded first, knowing it was a permanent promise of guaranteed employment so long as she did not choose to leave. Then she chose to undergo training in all departments, divisions, and most especially, in all domains of sexual pleasure, perversity, and need. The psychology she had to learn to handle such an influx of outside of normal thinking and behavioral understanding had been the most challenging part – but she thrived on challenge, she loved knowledge, and above all else it gave her that single thing she craved above all else; power.

Marylena had been striding these halls with military precision and the impetus of power for years. ‘Gambit’ posed little challenge to her long, lean legs – they devoured distance like her soul relished employee anguish. She was tall for a woman, and he was a guest, full of importance, and thus she checked her strides as she guided him away from the lobby and towards the east wing, which possessed the Valhalla suite. He spoke – she listened. Her lashes drooped, her eyes taking on the heavy lidded sensuous look that swallowed her crystalline gaze within the forest of her thick, ebon lashes. Standing beside him in the foyer of the suite, she simply inclines her head slowly and offers a small, gentle smile.

“Of course, sir – everything shall always be as you wish here at Indulgence, which is our sole purpose in life. I will visit the medical center immediately.” This man’s aura and attitude speak highly of his unyielding personality, high expectations, and oozed confidence. His comments were intended as compliments, but Marylena accepted them as simple fact, for that was how they were dictated. The comment on her behavior is disarming, if only because his profile nor behavior had not indicated an inclination towards empowered women, but she was, of course, always willing to oblige. The thought of doing so brought a sardonic, slightly lopsided smile to her face that was still in place when he easily plucked her head between his palms and ravaged her mouth.

Marylena’s first instinct was a series of defensive gestures which included, but were not limited to, a knee to the groin and a pair of forearms to the sensitive nerve at the joint of neck and shoulder. However, those impulses were stifled by her inclination to submit to the will of the guest, her desire to please at any and all cost, even at her own. But she knew he was also seeking some sort of response, and so even as his fingers tangled into her curls, she unleashed a scraping of her upper teeth over his lower lip, her cheeks dimpling as she sucks almost painfully strong on his mouth, coaxing his tongue to bury itself between her hollowed cheeks as she took her fisted hands and ground them into the sides of his ribs, grinding at the muscle and the bones beneath with the points of her knuckles.

 

[sombrablanca]

The sardonic grin is his warning. He sees the look, and senses something is coming. He feels the twitch of her movements. It also helps her lower body is pinned. Hes pressed so hard, tight to her that she can only use her arms. His arms shoot back, getting in the way just in time. His mouth never leaves hers, tongue delving deep though he grunts. Her knuckles connect, grind before he stops and reverses them.

His compliments were indeed both compliment, and simple statements of truth. He loves how she feels against him. He loves how her mouth says "I submit, but you'll give me everything I want to. How her knuckles say if you can take it. He knows she will prove worthy. He knows she shall make a good mother and he is so pleased, excited as she can feel blatantly.

His tongue shoves into her sucking mouth, humming his pleasure as the sudden roughness of her mouth even as his arms spread wide, opening her defenses, so her arms are out to far to do anything. He pulls a way a second for a "That all you got?" as his foot moving behind hers in preparation to sweep her legs out from under her. Knowing her arms being thrust out should let his get in faster he prepares to catch her weight, which should be suddenly falling.

 

[Elzeothis]

Elisa Farnsworth

The lobby descended into still and quiet now that Ms. Young had departed to attend to her important, administrative duties. Ms. Marylena had left with one of the new VIPs, and she had seen Garret helping another. This culminating situation had Elisa heaving a deep, heartfelt sigh of relief. As much as she enjoyed her job, and understood - or at least grasped at some level, what purpose Indulgence served in such a developed, rational society - she also savored her peace, her silence, the order and beauty that it was her duty to fill the property with. She took these duties seriously; she took the importance of a comfortable and beautiful place seriously. Filling the world she lived in with things that were visually appealing, making it fragrant with things that made one feel good, and creating a place of serenity and order were vital to her well being. The company psychologist had warned her not to let her desperate need for control and order overwhelm her other priorities and duties, and so while it was something Elisa tried to be conscientious of, it was also something she could thrive in when left to her own devices - like in these quiet times.

The huge double doors, white wood fitted with twelve frosted glass panes, swung inwards. From the corner of one eye, Elisa saw the figure approach the broad guest service desk - but she finished stacking the empty boxes together, tucking them nicely one into the other, gathering all the tissue paper into a single pile which she then carefully folded into a tight packet. All the boxes, once tucked one within the other, were a simple handful, the tissue paper tucked between the sides of two of them, and the neat, nice, orderly pile of white boxes she had compacted to one open topped container.

Patricia, the girl at the desk who had earlier drawn Ms. Marylena's wrath, just as Elisa did later, smiled at Elisa as she struck out on her way. She lifted a hand, waggling a couple fingertips, and Elisa made her way to the desk, eyebrows lifted and gaze curious.

"Yes, Ms. Patricia? Did you need my assistance?" she asks softly, turning to catch sight of the stunning and yet unusual appearing guest. She was unusual in that her appearance was so very contemporary, and what Elisa's niece Delmi referred to as 'pop-culture' - the girls hair was a vibrant shade, and her features were decorated with visible piercings and tattoos. While young people were looking more and more like this girl in the world, Elisa had discovered that there was something powerful and quiet about the kind of clients Indulgence bred which made contemporary young adults extremely rare and ... relatively exotic in these exalted halls. Elisa tendered the young lady a tentative smile - the guest always comes first was the single mantra that had been drilled into her head - and then turned back towards Patricia, lifting her eyebrows curiously at the girls silence.

"Look - I wouldn't ask except that we seem to be short a couple of attendants. I've got some replacements coming from quarters, but I desperately need someone to help-" she consulted her paperwork, then continued. "Ms. Anders. She's got one of the ... underground suites - it looks like the Crypt, beneath the Nightclub? Do you know where that is?"

Elisa paused, her eyes going wide as her teeth sunk into her lower lip. Dealing with a guest... was a bit outside of her scope. Yet, she was trained and paid to facilitate and serve the guest in whatever way she possibly could, albeit arranging flowers and bowls of potpourri or actually rendering personal service. She heaved a little sigh - her shoulders sinking a little - before straightening up and offering Patricia a bright smile.

"Of course I can, Ms. Patricia. Guest service is paramount to all, no matter our station."

"Thank god, Elisa, you're saving our hides here," murmured Patricia, giving the other desk agent - Kayla, Elisa believed it was - a reassuring smile.

"Can you please hold on to these until I can take them back to the greenhouse?" Elisa asks, leaning over the counter and offering Patricia her compact stack of boxes.

"Of course, Elisa! Thank you!" exclaimed Patricia breathlessly, stowing the cardboard out of sight beneath the desk.

"Thank you, Patricia," Elisa murmured softly, turning away from her coworker and approaching the vibrant young guest with a tentative smile.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Anders. My name is Elisa Farnsworth, and I'd be honored if you'd allow me to assist you to your quarters. Can I take your bag for you perhaps?" Elisa is desperately pale, her cheeks high spots of color where she can feel a feverish embarrassment coloring her skin. Her palms feel icy and wet at the same time, yet she offers the brightest expression she can.

 

[frankie_jay]

Bailey Anders

Bailey's look of vague interest at the immense lobby shifted quickly into a grin as she saw a young woman approaching her. The girl was gorgeous, though from her demeanor she probably didn't know it; she was petite and willowy, smaller than Bailey's curvy five-foot-three frame. Like Bailey, the girl was extremely pale, but with high spots of color on her cheeks, soft gray eyes and the most beautiful hair Bailey had ever seen in her life. As the girl approached, Bailey watched the light blonde hair swish around her narrow hips, shining in the afternoon light streaming through the large lobby windows. She was broken out of her daydream at the sound of the girl's voice.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Anders. My name is Elisa Farnsworth, and I'd be honored if you'd allow me to assist you to your quarters. Can I take your bag for you perhaps?"

Bailey laughed and extended a hand out to Elisa. "Please, call me Bailey. Ms. Anders sounds so...old." She looked down at her suitcase and shrugged. "I think I can handle this, Elisa. But I'd love for you to show me my room."

The poor girl looked so flustered and Bailey so desperately wanted to make her feel at ease. She ran a hand through her hair as she walked with Elisa to the elevator. As the doors slid closed, she turned to Elisa and, ran a hand through her purple hair, then adjusted the plunging neckline of her dress.

"So, I don't really know much about this place, only that it's special and extremely expensive," she said with a laugh. "What kind of trouble can I expect to get up to here?" she asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.

 

[GameMistress]

Ms. Marylena

She, the daughter of the primitive and primal, the queen of the dark and the visceral - she stared into the face of this man; this man who had her arms spread-eagle and her weight shifting to the foot that was behind her... He who was intentionally knocking her feet out from under her and sending her in a slow, graceful fall to the ground guided by his weight, his muscles, his heat - this man, she realized, had nothing on her.

Once upon a time, Marylena had been a young and innocent child - teenager, really - when a world she had not known nor wanted foisted itself upon her. A man took her to places she had not wanted to go, and he had done things to her she had not wished, things she would not wish upon another and would never in her worst nightmares curse another with. It was not enough that he did it to her once, nor a dozen times, nor more times then she had ever been able to imagine - no, he simply possessed her in some strange, dark place for what ended up to be years. She had discovered something magical about herself then, a place inside no one and nothing could touch or ever come near. In that place she had learned true control, true power, true faith, and true strength. She had been a child then - and now she was a woman, and it all belonged to her, Marylena owned every single moment of it with no shame, no fear; only a cool, calm, precise understanding of what it was to be afraid, and what it was to truly live.

Her instincts had been tamed; her reactions had been controlled; her only gesture, besides a passionate possession of Gambit's mouth, was a testing push to his ribs - Was he ticklish? Was he strong? Did he have control? - and to that he responded with a machismo so blatant it smelled of anger, with a fierceness so strong it reeked of anger, and Marylena knew that a lifetime of preparation had brought her to this point.

For she - she would win; she had won. She had the control. She had the restraint. She had the power, the ability, and compared to her - he was a child, petulant and indulged. Let him take his toy, let him toy with her flesh, let his flesh devour hers, let him plow her womb, fill her belly - for she would conquer, in the end. This man had nothing on her.

Breeding true to the ice princess she had once been dubbed, this knowledge gave Marylena strength and power, a power she had not once known she possessed - but one she now wielded without apology. Her porcelain skin became if anything, paler; the faint hint of color on her cheeks became more livid, her eyes, beneath their thick screen of ebon lashes, became icier, clearer, as cutting and sharp as a lasers beam. Just this awareness brought her pleasure, this knowledge of her own power and ability, her own beauty and strength; it filled her with a joy so pure it overflowed her lips and flowed into his mouth in the form of a throaty, urgent groan.

His erection was nestled perfectly at the juncture of her thighs, pillowed by the soft flesh at its apex, nudging the ridge of her mons, and she could feel its tumescent rhythm - a steady, powerful throbbing that was a tribute to her strength, to her power, to her control. Her own pulse was slow, steady, almost as low and rumbling as the slow, throaty, purring noise her throat made for him. Her tongue paid homage to his, her mouth gave him his due - she laved him with muscle and tongue, sucking in rippling pulses upon his tongue, coaxing it deeper and welcoming it with dimpled cheeks. Her fingers curled around his thick forearms, nails digging in alternating counterpoint to the seductive her mouth worked upon his, her hips rolling forwards in a slow, sinuous, twisting motion that let her grind her softest flesh against his hardest, her most yielding against his strongest need. Even her soft, fluting exhalation - hot, moist breath from her nose - became a soft, fluting little cry against his upper lip, her teeth scraping across the flesh of his lips as she angled her head first one way, and slowly then the other.

 

[Elzeothis]

Elisa Farnsworth

Elisa's smile seemed to do the trick - the guest likewise brightened, and the tension she had felt easing up her back and into her shoulders seemed to disappear like a popped bubble. She was so elated by the resolution she could hardly wait for Kayla to make sure Ms. Anders had gotten her welcome packet from the front desk.

"Please, call me Bailey. Ms. Anders sounds so...old. I think I can handle this, Elisa. But I'd love for you to show me my room."

Taken only slightly aback, Elisa tried to recover with another gentle smile. Fraternization between guests and clients trod a very clearly delineated line, and she was happy simply to bob her head and shake the woman's hand, her fingertips feverish as she lightly squeezes Bailey's fingers back before shyly withdrawing her hand and tucking both of them behind her, clasping them lightly beneath her own buttocks.

"Of course, Miss Bailey, I'm so sorry," Elisa softly murmurs. "It would be my pleasure to - to assist you with whatever you need." She ducks her head, tucking her chin against her chest, and leads the way to the gleaming metal doors of the elevator. After pressing the call button, she slides one hand against the open doors to hold them in place while Miss Bailey enters, then follows silently behind.

"So, I don't really know much about this place, only that it's special and extremely expensive," she said with a laugh. "What kind of trouble can I expect to get up to here?"

The Crypt Suite is located on the second subterranean level beneath the main floor, so she presses B2 and offers Miss Bailey another hesitant smile and takes a shuddering inhalation before beginning to speak again in a tremulous, hesitant voice. This is not something she has had the pleasure of briefing a guest about - or anyone else, for that matter, and the words are a struggle for her mind to conceptualize, let alone communicate to another.

"Ah - well, Indulgence specializes in all things fun, pleasing, and - and fascinating, I suppose, Miss Bailey. There's ... three private beaches, the volleyball pits, tennis - I mean, that's just outside, if you look through your brochures - there's a - a plethora of information about things, I mean the nightclub and casino and personally I really enjoy the indoor pool and water-slide but I'm kind of small town like that," the last dozen words get said in a breathless rush and Elisa colors, offering an embarrassed smile. "Honestly - there are literally dozens of beautiful places to explore and things to do every day here. And - and the staff, of course, we're - we're at your disposal..." The elevator doors open, and mindful of the company's desire for discretion and privacy, Elisa bites her lower lip and falls silent, simply leading Bailey down one shadowy, dim hallway and to a pair of wide, cherry oak, arched doors. Standing politely to one side, she lets Bailey open the door with her key card and follows her into the candlelit foyer, its ceiling lost in dancing shadows while she breathes shallowly through her nose.

"Miss Bailey," Elisa continues as the door closes, thankful for the dim lighting which will not reveal her true discomfort. The Crypt is not as dramatic as it sounds - but one of the two dozen suites without windows, walls and floors decorated in dark woods and materials, lit with indirect bulbs and rails, candles and firelight. The dark velvets and rubied furniture evoked more visceral, darker emotions for most - and Elisa personally found the rooms a little creepy. Yet she knew that there was nothing wrong here, and like most Suites they contained themed bed-steads - in this suite, a deeply sunken circular mattress that dropped well below the level of the floor, the pit's edges padded and the bed inside thick, luxurious, and graced with towering gargoyles who were actually bubbling fountains. Not that Elisa would know, of course – but the property diagrams she had studied had described these features, and so she felt she was aware of them, hiding in the bedroom section beyond the luxuriously upholstered parlor.

"Miss Bailey," she begins again, clearing her throat softly. "Indulgence's ultimate purpose is to fulfill all whims, fancy, and fantasy that … prey upon a guests … libido." The words are halting, soft, breathy, half-spoken and half-swallowed because the concept alone is boggling, and trying to tell a guest that they can expect sexual satisfaction from any staff member wearing a name-tag is … humiliating. As Elisa realizes this, she also becomes aware that this is her purpose here, and she licks her lower lower lip, tucks her chin against her chest, and forces herself to get on with it. "We – the staff, that is, Miss Bailey – we are here to ultimately serve your pleasure, whatever that ideal of joy... is... in any means possible..."

 

[frankie_jay]

Bailey Anders

"Beautiful..." Bailey breathed, her dark eyes scanning the room, realizing that her personality was reflected in nearly everything in the room. This was much better than her bedroom at home, designed to please clients who wanted to tour the house as they got to know her parents, and even the other incredible hotels and suites she had stayed in over the years.

Candlelight flickered, causing the shadows of the dark, stately, almost Victorian furniture to dance across the walls. Shining rubies were embedded in everything and the furniture was all upholstered in purple velvet. "This is complete perfection," Bailey turned to look at Elisa, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Miss Bailey, Indulgence's ultimate purpose is to fulfill all whims, fancy, and fantasy that … prey upon a guests … libido."

Bailey quirked a perfectly arched eyebrow, a smile spreading across her face. So the rumors she had heard were true, it seemed. Or, at least partially true; she wondered if that meant all of the rumors were true. She peered into Elisa's face, dimly illuminated by the flickering candles, waiting for her to continue, sensing the embarrassment that the other girl felt. Once again, Bailey was overwhelmed with the urge to make her feel comfortable.

"We – the staff, that is, Miss Bailey – we are here to ultimately serve your pleasure, whatever that ideal of joy... is... in any means possible..."

The smile turned into a full-out grin momentarily before Bailey regained her composure. She adjusted the neckline of her dress and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear before taking a step towards Elisa, scanning her face.

"And that includes you, Elisa?" Bailey said, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. "I mean, I know you have a job to do here, but are you available to, perhaps, go for a swim with me after you're done working for the day? And join me for dinner? I know that I'm staying alone in a hotel, but I hate eating alone."

Bailey didn't know if the girl would accept her invitation--though she hoped she would--or offer her another companion for the evening. Though she was sure that the hotel had received a file of her sexual preferences--women being at the top of the list--Bailey didn't know if Elisa was up for that particular experience.

 

[sombrablanca]

Jason is disappointed when she does not even seem to attempt to continue the struggle. He really wants to get a rise out of her. He wants to draw out her primal reactions, the most basic and strongest of desires. His hands move over her spine, into her hair again, along her throat. He has the awareness to note the slow steady beat. He has not ruffled her feathers at all.

She submits, grinding against him, giving breathy little sounds of pleasure that make his own desire grow, his need to plow into her rage. She isn't flushing though. Her pulse does not race. The skills and perceptions that have served him the last dozen years relay information to him. Her rolling hips entice him to rip, tear, find his way deeper. The pleasured cries of a mate are an animalistic invitation to breed.

He pulls away, cock still throbbing with the desire flowing through him. His breathing is a bit rough, his lower lip swollen from the scrape of her teeth. His eyes are hard, dark, hungry, but he is still under his own control. He looks down at her, hands moving to bracket her head. "Not yet. You are unable to bear child at this time. I sorely wish you were, but you are not. It has been interesting getting a taste of you though. If I'm lucky, next time I shall make you lose control. I want to see all of you. Feel all of you." He lets the hunger into his voice, but that is all, before his breathing begins to slow.

Jason stands, offering his hand to help her off the floor. If it wasn't for the rumpled clothes, the tent in his pants, and the swollen lip, one would not know that he was just being dryhumped by this woman, and grinding back against her. His breath is normal, hear rate steady by the time his hand is fully extended. He appears completely calm, indifferent. He appears just as he would before attempting to crack a vault. "That is besides the point I suppose. I should let you get to the clinic. The sooner you do, the sooner you shall be ready after all.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Sara Hambly

Sara returns Sandra’s smile, her nervousness melting somewhat at the woman’s pleasing and comforting presence. As Sandra gently runs her fingers down Sara’s arm, a shiver runs through the young woman. A shiver of anticipation.

This trip had not been part of Sara’s plan. In fact, she had never meant to go on any vacation at all, but her boss had insisted that Sara needed a break from the lab. Her whole life had been dedicated to her work, but no matter how much she loved what she did, it was quite clear to those around her that Sara was quickly becoming burnt out. So, her boss had stepped up and told her in no uncertain terms that Sara was to take a month off and enjoy all the many pleasures that life outside the lab had to offer. He had been the one to make the reservation at Indulgence and had reassured Sara that she would enjoy her time there as he had spent many pleasurable vacations there himself.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t aware of your arrival, or else I would have welcomed you myself. Goodness, if I had two of me I’d have an easier day of it,” admits Sandra a little breathlessly, laughing at her own expense.

“It’s perfectly fine,” Sara quickly reassured Sandra. “Everyone has been very welcoming.”

“We are so glad you have come to visit, and please – if there is a single thing that we can do to assist you or any comfort we can bring you, you only have to speak of it and your wishes shall be granted.”

At this, Sara couldn’t help but wonder what kind of wishes past guests had expressed. She pushed her glasses up her nose and smiled shyly as a blush crept up her neck at the thoughts going through her head.

She’d never been an overly sexual individual nor was she a prude. Though she had never been with another person, Sara had been taking care of her own pleasure for quite some time now. She’d taken her own virginity years ago and had no qualms about using toys to satisfy herself.

“How lovely! It appears that you’ve landed one of the tower suites – I believe this is the French Princess Tower, it’s a beautiful corner room built right over the rose gardens and it has its own indoor fountains. It is so lovely and warm, I’m certain it will be delightful.”

Sandra’s words broke into Sara’s thoughts. She quickly returned her attention to the woman who was so graciously trying to ease her discomfort. Ms. Young called over one of the young men that Sara had noticed when she first walked into the lobby.

“Thank you for coming to my rescue, Garret. Ms. Hambly here has a suite in the northwest tower. I’m afraid I have an urgent meeting to return to – would you kindly do me the favor of escorting Ms. Hambly to her room and orienting her on Indulgence policy? I would appreciate it very much,” Sandra said the last two words very slowly, “If you could help her become adjusted so that she feels more comfortable during her time with us here.” Turning to Ms. Hambly, she offers the girl another warm smile.

"Please, Ms., do not hesitate to let Garret or I or any staff here know what it is that pleases you so that we can make sure you get as much as your heart desires." She leans in closer and confides in a soft undertone, "My secret weakness is chocolate and strawberries, I could eat them for decades and never feel deprived." Straightening up she shot Garret a smile and raises her eyebrows slightly. "It might be worth it to take Ms. Hambly on a brief tour of the restaurants, clubs, and casino before you help her locate her suite, as well."

Sara said her farewells to Ms. Young and watched the woman walk away, a graceful sway to her hips. She then turned her attention to the young man now standing beside her. She gave him a shy smile and tried not to feel too overwhelmed by everything.

"My name is Garret Hest, please don't hesitate to ask me for anything. No matter what it is I'll do my best to see your wishes are fulfilled." The young man said.

Sara gave him a discreet once over, a list of “wishes” immediately coming to mind as she took in him in. She took his proffered arm and allowed him to lead her out of the lobby.

"Allow me to give you a tour of the facilities, rather than bombarding you with all there is to know about Indulgence how about you just ask the questions that are most burning on your mind before I go through all the little details?"

Sara returned his smile, if somewhat hesitantly, and readjusted her glasses. She cleared her throat nervously, so many questions coming to mind that she didn’t know what to ask first. But she just had to know, no matter how embarrassing she might think the questions.

“Well,” she started, biting her lip nervously, “everyone keeps saying that wishes are ‘fulfilled’ here…I guess I’m just wondering…just how far does everyone here go to…’fulfill’ these wishes?” A hot blush crept up her face as she asked the question. She waited, anxiously for his response.

 

[Zaloc]

Garret Hest

Seeing her blush at her question Garret smiled gently, reaching over with his other hand and placing it upon her arm to try and comfort her.

"Why Ms. Hambly, we go as far as the guest wants us to so long as we ourselves are not put into grave danger. At your behest I would do my very best to fulfill your wildest desires."

Garret starts walking down the halls of Indulgence, placing his other hand behind his back as the two of them walked down the halls. Doing his best to match his footsteps with Ms. Hambly's. Garret had taken up what he referred to as his knightly demeanor. A spot of charm mixed in with subservience.

"You could even think of me as your personal toy if you so wished." Garret's tone becomes more sensuous, belying his somewhat stiff posture, "My tongue, fingers, any part of me at all is yours to use as you see fit."

He starts walking down the halls of Indulgence, "Is there something in particular that you would like to see first?"

 

[Elzeothis]

Elisa Farnsworth

"Beautiful..." said Miss Bailey in a breathless exclamation, and Elisa smiled with truly personal pleasure. Although she had never been in this suite per se, she took a great of deal of pride in every beautiful inch of Indulgence's property. She had only been here a few weeks, and yet she was - emotionally, at least - already extremely invested in the company. "This is complete perfection," she continued.

"Thank you, Miss Bailey, I'm so glad you like it," she murmurs. For once her words are strong and certain, even if they are said in a soft and low voice.

"And that includes you, Elisa? I mean, I know you have a job to do here, but are you available to, perhaps, go for a swim with me after you're done working for the day? And join me for dinner? I know that I'm staying alone in a hotel, but I hate eating alone."

Elisa bit her own lower lip thoughtfully, her gaze lowering to the handle of the suitcase Bailey had left just inside the doorway. She was torn; within her first ten days of training, they had received elaborate coaching on how to serve customers, and not just in the sexual manner. Guests needed companionship, just like anyone else - and a lot of these people weren't in a position to trust those around them. Sometimes they just needed someone to talk to them about the weather, their favorite flavor of bubblegum, and how many times they had watched all the Harry Potter movies, and not someone to pressure them or have expectations. There were a million ways to serve a guest that had nothing to do with sexually - and if it came to that, the company psychologist said Elisa was curious enough to consider exploring it, so long as she felt comfortable. They had made her watch videos on that, too. Just thinking of the painfully cut and dry instructional training they had participated in on how to administer enjoyable sexual relations with females made Elisa color again - this time from the bottom of her sternum to the top of her forehead - and she wrapped her arms around herself to ease the discomfort the hot rush of color brought.

"Miss Bailey, I am yours to requisition at any time that... that it pleases you. I-I am always on duty to care for guests... And while I do - may have other duties, there is nothing more important here at Indulgence then, then your comfort and joy." Though soft spoken and hesitant, the words are spoken with such fervent passion, her eyes almost fanatic with her desperate plea to be believed that Elisa startles even herself for a moment and pauses, one hand splaying on her chest as she catches her breath. "I - I apologize... I get ... very impassioned sometimes..." she pants out, forcing herself to calm down as she lowers her hands to her side and offers Bailey another apologetic smile. She was counting silently back from ten in her mind, unclenching her fingers from the firsts they had formed, forcing her shoulders to relax. It drove her batty, how fervently she reacted to the smallest thing sometime, but with regular therapy here at Indulgence, she found herself getting better.

"I know... what it is like to be lonely, Miss Bailey," she finally continues in a soft, barely audible voice. Once, native French speaking had been all the rage amongst the privileged in Boston - and Elisa had been packed off, despite vehement protests, to a fancy finishing school in Paris. Nine months later, after endless hysteria and phone calls home, she had finally been flown back to Boston on the school's dime - they had been terrified for her sanity. Since then, Elisa had never left her parents side... until her fathers untimely death. There was still a deep place in her heart that longed for home, but she knew that place no longer existed; the family townhouse had been broken into half a dozen flats for rent by its new owners, and last time Elisa had visited the old house she had fled in tears. "I know ... how strange it can be - a, a different place, and people, and..." She trailed off and bit her lower lip. "But you can always rely on people here... we will always do our best to be exactly what you need." Her tentative smile is shy, but direct - her gaze meeting Bailey's - and she gives a little bob of her head. "If there is ever anything I can do to... to serve, Miss Bailey, you have but to let me know."

 

[GameMistress]

Ms Marylena

Marylena watches Sir detach himself with precision and control, and she cannot help that the right side of her mouth tugs upwards into an incomplete smile. He was trying hard; she could accept and respect that. Indeed, she was finding new emotions climbing upwards inside even as he lightly tugged her to her feet – respect, curiosity, and a little streak of sadistic thrill that traced its way along her spine and into her smile, her eyes. However she is nothing but subservient grace as she slowly drops her head to him, a regal gesture of his superiority.

“Absolutely, Sir, but of course. I shall proceed to the clinic with all haste… In the meantime, I shall arrange for you to have some … amusing companionship, so that you shall not miss me too much in the meantime.” She continues her downwards drop, allocating him a full bow made graceful with a ballerina’s limbs, before turning away on the tips of her toes.

Once free of his suite, she stops at a discrete phone tucked behind a pillar where two hallways converge. The house phone rings through to the front desk, and Marylena’s voice is firmly cool as she speaks to the employee who answers.

“Put me through to someone in duty rosters, girl,” Marylena breathes into the phone. There is no implied violence, simple statement that this will be done quickly and correctly. The response from her is polite, servile, and clear – please hold while I transfer you – and Marylena makes a mental note to pass words on to this Kayla’s supervisor about her abilities to keep her head under pressure.

“Duty Rosters, this is Camille,” comes a cheerful voice, and Marylena can’t help but raise an eyebrow. The girl must have some poor twits head between her thighs at the moment to sound like that, its so painfully happy.

“This is Marylena. I need breeders for a class 3 with all haste. Last name Schmidt, pull his proclivities before you send anyone – physical attributes red hair, big at hips and bosom. And good bloodlines. Odd. Redheads are typically irish – do we have any good irish bloodlines?” The humor is lost on the duty person, who can be heard typing violently now, her voice all business when she comes back on the line.

“I’ve got a couple who might suit, one is a brunette though.” Camille responds finally.

“He liked me just fine. Tell her to be a bitch and they should get along wonderfully.” Marylena is laughing now, but only at her own expense. “I jest, Camille. Service to the guest above all else.”

“Of course, Ms. Marylena, I understand. I’ll alert the stables and have a trio sent over immediately with a handler.”

“Good girl Camille. I’ll reward you with a good spanking later,” and unwilling to clarify whether that was a jest or not, Marylena replaced the phone in its cradle with a soft snort. She had just started duty when this had all happened, and she realized that she needed to pick up a duty phone before she went any further. Then she would stop by the clinic.

The men and women of the stables were not truly intended to get pregnant or impregnate so much as to serve to fulfill those who liked such aspects. Unlike regular staff, their only duties were to spend time on their personal grooming and thinking up new and creative ways to coax a man of his seed or to increase their volume of ejaculate so that women guests could feel assured of swelling with child. The entire practice was incredibly bizarre to Marylena, but she did not need to understand it to know how to satiate it. Their breeding staff was young, beautiful, vibrant, and basically little nymphomaniacs who existed merely to coax orgasm after orgasm from their clients. Sexual prowess in all its forms was their specialty, and like everything else at Indulgence, they were masters at it. Fortunately it was not an arena Marylena had to venture into often, and so she respected and accepted their abilities at something that was not her forte and focused on what she was diligent and impeccable at – handling people like they were little herding animals.

It was a given, of course, that in such situations as pregnancy did occur, guests were responsible for their own progeny as well as rewarding the fortunate staff member with some kind of gift – in the women’s case, this usually consisted of surgery to return them back to pre-pregnancy shape, and for the men something expensive that spoke highly of their virility and pleasure-giving abilities. One would think that their male stable would be smaller, but even rich women have trouble making babies and they did a wealth of business studding out their male breeders to affluent families who had need of a discrete ‘donor’ to make new life occur.

Marylena stepped into her own quarters – one of the darker chambers in the subterranean levels – and snatched up her radio-phone, not surprised to see she had missed a call from the Assistant Director. She paused for a moment considering, then decided to proceed to the clinic before making herself available to help the AD with the newest ‘emergency’ to have slid onto Indulgence’s radar.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Sara felt Garret's hand resting on her arm. She was sure he meant the gesture to comfort her and ease her embarrassment. While the gesture did have its intended reaction, she also felt a shiver of anticipation coursing up her arm and throughout her body, a shiver that came to rest between her legs.

"Why Ms. Hambly, we go as far as the guest wants us to so long as we ourselves are not put into grave danger. At your behest I would do my very best to fulfill your wildest desires." He said it all so matter-of-fact, as if he was used to fielding such questions. And Sara had no doubt that he received questions like this all the time.

She was about to question him further, when he continued, his tone turning sensuous.

"You could even think of me as your personal toy if you so wished. My tongue, fingers, any part of me at all is yours to use as you see fit."

Sara swallowed roughly, images of this beautiful man completely naked, his hands running over her own naked body filled her mind. Her skin felt hot and she could feel herself dampening between her legs as the images playing through her mind became more intense. She could practically feel his hands on her breasts, his tongue caressing her most intimate areas.

"Is there something in particular that you would like to see first?" Garret's voice broke through her lustful daze.

Feeling in need of a VERY cold shower, Sara said the first thing that popped into her mind. "I'd love to see the pool area." Yes, a dunk in the cool waters of a swimming pool might just help to dose the fire burning inside her.

 

[Zaloc]

Garret Hest

After having worked at Indulgence for a few months now, Garret was starting to learn how to read a guest's emotions. He couldn't tell how hot and bothered Ms. Hambly was getting, but even with his lightly trained senses he could see it. Trying not to let this realization come across in his expression he continued smiling as he had been before.

"Very well Ms. Hambly," He let his fingers trail down her arm gently before pulling his hand away and placing it behind his back, "Your wish is my command,"

With that he led Ms. Hambly to the swimming pools. Taking a few steps inside he could feel his nostrils blasted by the scent of the chlorine, but such was the nature of indoor pools.

"These are our indoor pool facilities, we also have a few pools outside. There are also hot tubs both indoors and out." He points a finger towards the side of the room, "That is where the changing rooms and bathrooms are," And then taking a few more steps inside he indicates a desk set along the wall, "You can rent swim suits from there if you don't have any with you or would just like a different one to wear."

"Would you like me to accompany you in the water Ms. Hambly?" Garret asked, tilting his head to the side slightly, "Or is there something else that I can do for you while you take a swim?"

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Whether it was the overwhelming smell of chlorine or the sensuous way that Garret was leaning in towards her, his fingers gently caressing her arm, Sara was having a very difficult time catching her breath.

"Would you like me to accompany you in the water Ms. Hambly?" Garret asked, tilting his head to the side slightly, "Or is there something else that I can do for you while you take a swim?"

Oh, God, the possibilities were racing through Sara's mind at warp speed. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the air of his words caressing her neck. Heart racing, breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath, Sara fought to keep her composure. Never in her life had she been so...turned on. It was as if her hormones were coursing through her veins at break-neck speed. It took everything inside Sara to not rip this delicious man's clothing off right then and there.

Forcing herself to step away from Garret, Sara walked the perimeter of the pool. The heat of the room, or was it the heat of her own desire, was slowly fogging her glasses. She took them off and placed them on top of her head, keeping her long, auburn curls out of her face. Turning around to face Garret, Sara bit her lip, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips against hers.

"I...I feel like a fish out of water here." She said slowly, slightly embarrassed to be admitting all of this to such a beautiful and, most likely, experienced man. "I've never done anything like this before." She desperately hoped that he understood where she was going with all this.

She moved slowly towards Garret and placed a tentative hand on his chest.

"You're going to have to be patient with me." She whispered as she moved closer to him. Their lips inches apart, Sara closed her eyes, and breached those last few inches of space.

 

[sombrablanca]

Jason is on the move as soon as Marylena leaves, desire shoved way down deep, using the adrenaline coursing through him to focus.. He tosses the bags onto the bed and opens them one by one. From the various bags a kit is formed. Some surveillance gear, some antisurveillance gear. The first thing he withdraws is a bug sweeper. He looks for hidden listening and watching devices. He's not surprised when he finds one or two in the public areas, and access points on the suite's verandah and hallway. He is somewhat surprised there are none in the actual suite. He is considered by many to be very, very amoral, and expects the same of others.

In his chosen profession it is best to trust no one unless you absolutely have to, and no further than absolutely necessary. Hence his looking. It makes too much sense to gather information on clients' proclivities. The information it would be possible to gather in such a place would be invaluable. Even his sources have not heard of the place ever misusing information, or anything of the sort but if they had, who'd tell? All involved would want it kept quiet, and any client of such an establishment would have the ability to keep it so.

He still places his own gear in a few handy spots. Some weaponry, some escape gear. The verandah is strung with a very, very thin, nearly invisible wire so any entering unexpectedly will trip. If they're moving with enough momentum, they might even cut themself to the bone. From what he understood the maids and such always call ahead to make sure it is okay to enter. On top of it they only come by when requested. The door to the hallway gets the same treatment.

He keys himself to the thumbprint slot Marylena pointed out as they entered. Supposedly only he and a few of the highest can now open the door, but again. Trust no one. Safety precautions now taken care of, he looks over the place more thoroughly. He looks for fields of fire, cover and the like of course, but now his eyes focus more on the details. The artifacts on the wall appear to be genuine. Battleaxes, spears, swords, bucklers and even a suit of light armor a viking might've worn adorn the walls and a stand or two. The floor is a very dark wood, smooth from age, and coat after coat of finish over the years, meticulous care making it gleam except for where various skins cover it.

The furnishings are sparse, simple yet ornately carved with various animals, the gods, and several runes. The living area has the modern conveniences but they're hidden in recessed slots in the walls, the ensconcing sliding doors matching the rest of the walls. There are a few chairs, a long couch, all of similar wood, with plush pelts for padding.

He grins when he sees protection and fertility most prominently displayed on the headboard of the bed. He idly wonders if the person who made the piece knew the meanings. Built of solid mahogany it is larger than king, again covered with furs in keeping with the decor of the suite. Above he can see the sky, just moving on towards dusk. He is well pleased.

His pleasure increases greatly when he hears the faint ring of a telephone. He moves to where it hides in a drawer, and listens. The wire is removed and spooled in his pocket before the four women enter. His eyes move over them critically. Their first indication of his response is his somewhat loose pants tightening, bulging near to the point Marylena had him.Two appear to be twin redheads, or sisters they are so alike. He grins upon finding out that they are indeed. The two are a few inches shorter than he, curvy in all the right places with long, beautifully vibrant hair.

The third is similar to Marylena, raventressed, elegant. They give their names, proclivities and special areas of service. His grin broadens when he is asked which he'd like to accompany him for a spell. His reply is all three of course. Had it not been for Marylena, he would have no thought for anything else for a bit. As it stands though, her image still flits through his mind while he shows the three beauties in, offering them each a drink, getting to know them a bit.

 

[Zaloc]

Garret Hest

Garret merely stood by and watched while Ms. Hambly walked the perimeter of the pool. Watching her with the same smiling mask which he was so accustomed to showing to guests. He couldn't help but be attracted to her. Truthfully he was enjoying the way she was reacting to the environment of Indulgence.

"I...I feel like a fish out of water here."

When she says this he has to force down a broad smile, finding it amusing she used such wording by the water. And continues to watch her as she moves up to him.

"I've never done anything like this before."

Instead of saying something to reassure her the man just continues smiling, almost knowingly. Ms. Hambly's light touch to his chest was getting him excited for what was to come, he did his best to remain still in anticipation of what was to come.

"You're going to have to be patient with me."

When their lips meet Garret's heart started beating faster. There was something a kiss with a lovely woman that Garret loved, the softness of her lips on his was a sensation he hoped his senses would never get bored of. Garret's arms tentatively wrapped around her shoulders, gently placing a hand behind her head as the two of them locked lips.

Feeling quite galvanized Garret let his tongue slip into Ms. Hambly's mouth a few moments after the lip lock began and he begins to let his tongue rove around hers. One of his hands starts to roam but he stops it by her waist, not wanting to let himself get too hasty.

 

[Elzeothis]

(Um... *bump*??!)