Z_Money
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OOC:
Sean Rumford
26 years old
6'2"
Dark brown hair, tanned skin, deep green eyes
Very friendly complexion, people tend to like him
Extremely well-toned body, although not overly muscular
10 inches, very thick
IC:
Sean tried to hold as still as he could, the trembling of his muscles, the weakness in his knees making it difficult to stand in one place. The blocking was very important for the shot, though. The gorgeous little 5'3" blonde starlet gripped his huge cock as well as she could with her little hand, her tounge slurping loudly between moans as Sean and the other man deluged her face in cum, her tounge sliding across both heads as she milked the two men all over her. Mechanical sounds of still shots and video footage from all angles mixed in with the heavy breathing and moaning, the hot little blonde cooing sexily for the camera as she turned to one cock then the other to suck the last drops down her throat.
"Cut, good work everyone, that's a wrap!" the director called out, and Sean chuckled to himself as nearly everyone non-crew disappeared from the set in a flash.
Sean walked to the bedroom being used as a dressing room in time to see his costar already dressed and taking off. They gave each other a pound as they walked by each other, him already dressed for the world and Sean still walking around naked, his deflating cock uninhibited given his surroundings. Sean walked into the bedroom and hopped in the shower, in no rush.
For the last 7 years, Sean had been a porn actor under the stage name "Trent Steele". He had always had a huge sex drive, the body of a greek god and a massive cock that never seemed to get tired, so he had pretty much just waltzed into the industry. The requirements for male actors are pretty simple, no acting talent required just a huge cock that's always hard and looks good cumming on camera, and Sean certainly had that. For a long time porn kept him happy and sexually satisfied, it's nice doing a job that you love.
However, Sean wasn't insatiably horny the way most are. It wasn't his own orgasm he needed to achieve to feel satisfied. As long as he had been sexually active, his most insatiable desire was to satisfy his partner. Making a woman cum was his biggest turnon and he found difficulty enjoying sex with someone that didn't enjoy it back. The downside to this is obvious, most women that are capable of great eroticism rarely do so with much emotion for their partners, particularly in the world of pornography. Most porn starlets are either only there for the paycheck or aren't terribly "into" their costars, not to mention the scores of sound guys and cameramen all over the place, it's not exactly the most romantic or even erotic of environments. So before long, Sean's sexual satisfaction began to grow more and more unfulfilled.
It was this method of thinking that drove him to start his own business: A sex club. But not just any sexclub. It was a place built on fantasy, very high-class, the existence of which was only to ensure that its members could fulfill their deepest desires, that everyone could find true sexual gratification, whatever that meant for them.
It was called Limitless Fantasy. And Sean was the founder, owner and proprietor.
The outside of the building was relatively nondescript, yet still friendly and classy-looking. Like a nice house that could possibly be a B&B or some other retreat house, but much larger. As you enter, the entire decor of the place is dark colors and wood trim. When the lights were set for business, everything on the walls glowed colors like it was blacklight sensitive, the floors were just visibly enough so you didn't trip over yourself, the walls appeared pitch black and everyone in the room was bathed in soft erotic lighting, reds, pinks and deep blues. Cleverly hidden speakers wafted gentle easily-ignored yet sexy music. It was like a hotel hallway, the ceilings, walls and floors all designed to pad sound to keep things quiet even when things got loud.
There was a receptionist, a beautiful raven-haired goddess named Carla, a girl Sean knew from the porn industry and they had become friendly. "Friendly" in that world meant random occasional erotic flings, some scenes together in scattered films, but mostly just hanging out and talking about work (it was suprisingly difficult to find good friends you could talk to about being in porn, oddly enough).
On either side of Carla's desk were double doors. On the left, the doors led to the main area. In here there was a lounge, large and with plenty of comfortable furniture, complete with a heavily-stocked bar and dance floor. Towards the back, there were three hallways all lined with rooms with no doors. Each of these rooms contained a different setting, sample fantasies for club newcomers to try out or bored members to look for their next idea. Each room had club staff stationed in them in one capacity or another for the purpose of the room's fantasy. For example:
There were more than 20 rooms, all with different "sample fantasies". Any club members were welcome to enter and try out any unoccupied room.
But the real core of the club was what lay through the double-doors on the right of Carla's desk. These doors led upstairs.
A grand winding staircase led you from the doors up to a another double-door which was almost always open. This was Sean's office, a huge modestly decorated room with better lighting than the rest of the club, but still with extremely soft carpeting and noise-reducing walls and ceiling. There were three armchairs facing his desk and a few couches lining the walls. His desk was a big mahogany number with barely anything on it, just a computer and a tray of business cards.
This was where everything started. This is where Sean would screen prospective members, meet with members to discuss and plan their fantasies and would interview new staff.
A door to the side of the office led out to a series of walkways that overlooked the lower floor, including the lounge and all of the sample rooms, none of which had ceilings. Sean would bring prospective members out here to show them around without getting in the middle of things, he would walk them himself to check up on things and these were also the paths to the private rooms.
The private rooms were for arranged fantasies, the club's specialty. When members had a fantasy in mind, they would arrange it through Sean, who would book them the neccessary staff members and an appropriate private room. This way all fantasies were completely private, so there were very few limits on what members could arrange.
Sean arrived at the club at 4:30 in the afternoon. Most of their patrons came and went within an evening, but they were a 24-hour establishment so there were still a few people there. A club of this stature also carries quite a hefty membership cost, even for the lowest tier of service, so their particularly clientele very rarely worked a 9-5 job anyway. They even had one client from England spending the week here. Normally Sean showed up a little later in the evening, but he had a couple of appointments. He had two of his members, a married couple, that had a new fantasy they wanted to arrange and prospective member coming in at 8.
OOC:
This thread is open. I need a Clara, other than that your characters are up to you. I could use both staff and members, and there's nothing wrong with staff members that want to arrange fantasies. Everyone must be "screened by Sean", so just come in the front door and ask for Sean to get started.
Sean Rumford
26 years old
6'2"
Dark brown hair, tanned skin, deep green eyes
Very friendly complexion, people tend to like him
Extremely well-toned body, although not overly muscular
10 inches, very thick
IC:
Sean tried to hold as still as he could, the trembling of his muscles, the weakness in his knees making it difficult to stand in one place. The blocking was very important for the shot, though. The gorgeous little 5'3" blonde starlet gripped his huge cock as well as she could with her little hand, her tounge slurping loudly between moans as Sean and the other man deluged her face in cum, her tounge sliding across both heads as she milked the two men all over her. Mechanical sounds of still shots and video footage from all angles mixed in with the heavy breathing and moaning, the hot little blonde cooing sexily for the camera as she turned to one cock then the other to suck the last drops down her throat.
"Cut, good work everyone, that's a wrap!" the director called out, and Sean chuckled to himself as nearly everyone non-crew disappeared from the set in a flash.
Sean walked to the bedroom being used as a dressing room in time to see his costar already dressed and taking off. They gave each other a pound as they walked by each other, him already dressed for the world and Sean still walking around naked, his deflating cock uninhibited given his surroundings. Sean walked into the bedroom and hopped in the shower, in no rush.
For the last 7 years, Sean had been a porn actor under the stage name "Trent Steele". He had always had a huge sex drive, the body of a greek god and a massive cock that never seemed to get tired, so he had pretty much just waltzed into the industry. The requirements for male actors are pretty simple, no acting talent required just a huge cock that's always hard and looks good cumming on camera, and Sean certainly had that. For a long time porn kept him happy and sexually satisfied, it's nice doing a job that you love.
However, Sean wasn't insatiably horny the way most are. It wasn't his own orgasm he needed to achieve to feel satisfied. As long as he had been sexually active, his most insatiable desire was to satisfy his partner. Making a woman cum was his biggest turnon and he found difficulty enjoying sex with someone that didn't enjoy it back. The downside to this is obvious, most women that are capable of great eroticism rarely do so with much emotion for their partners, particularly in the world of pornography. Most porn starlets are either only there for the paycheck or aren't terribly "into" their costars, not to mention the scores of sound guys and cameramen all over the place, it's not exactly the most romantic or even erotic of environments. So before long, Sean's sexual satisfaction began to grow more and more unfulfilled.
It was this method of thinking that drove him to start his own business: A sex club. But not just any sexclub. It was a place built on fantasy, very high-class, the existence of which was only to ensure that its members could fulfill their deepest desires, that everyone could find true sexual gratification, whatever that meant for them.
It was called Limitless Fantasy. And Sean was the founder, owner and proprietor.
The outside of the building was relatively nondescript, yet still friendly and classy-looking. Like a nice house that could possibly be a B&B or some other retreat house, but much larger. As you enter, the entire decor of the place is dark colors and wood trim. When the lights were set for business, everything on the walls glowed colors like it was blacklight sensitive, the floors were just visibly enough so you didn't trip over yourself, the walls appeared pitch black and everyone in the room was bathed in soft erotic lighting, reds, pinks and deep blues. Cleverly hidden speakers wafted gentle easily-ignored yet sexy music. It was like a hotel hallway, the ceilings, walls and floors all designed to pad sound to keep things quiet even when things got loud.
There was a receptionist, a beautiful raven-haired goddess named Carla, a girl Sean knew from the porn industry and they had become friendly. "Friendly" in that world meant random occasional erotic flings, some scenes together in scattered films, but mostly just hanging out and talking about work (it was suprisingly difficult to find good friends you could talk to about being in porn, oddly enough).
On either side of Carla's desk were double doors. On the left, the doors led to the main area. In here there was a lounge, large and with plenty of comfortable furniture, complete with a heavily-stocked bar and dance floor. Towards the back, there were three hallways all lined with rooms with no doors. Each of these rooms contained a different setting, sample fantasies for club newcomers to try out or bored members to look for their next idea. Each room had club staff stationed in them in one capacity or another for the purpose of the room's fantasy. For example:
- In one room were two blondes in sleepwear lingerie. They would roll on the bed, making out and feeling each other up and any were allowed to join
- Another room had a well-hun muscular black man that any women were welcome to try out
- One room was set up to look like a porn store's bathroom complete with glory hole. There was a girl inside, holes for up to 5 men, and a large television screen so the men could watch what the girl was doing
- Another room was set up like a little girl's bedroom where a young-looking girl waited in a schoolgirl outfit
There were more than 20 rooms, all with different "sample fantasies". Any club members were welcome to enter and try out any unoccupied room.
But the real core of the club was what lay through the double-doors on the right of Carla's desk. These doors led upstairs.
A grand winding staircase led you from the doors up to a another double-door which was almost always open. This was Sean's office, a huge modestly decorated room with better lighting than the rest of the club, but still with extremely soft carpeting and noise-reducing walls and ceiling. There were three armchairs facing his desk and a few couches lining the walls. His desk was a big mahogany number with barely anything on it, just a computer and a tray of business cards.
This was where everything started. This is where Sean would screen prospective members, meet with members to discuss and plan their fantasies and would interview new staff.
A door to the side of the office led out to a series of walkways that overlooked the lower floor, including the lounge and all of the sample rooms, none of which had ceilings. Sean would bring prospective members out here to show them around without getting in the middle of things, he would walk them himself to check up on things and these were also the paths to the private rooms.
The private rooms were for arranged fantasies, the club's specialty. When members had a fantasy in mind, they would arrange it through Sean, who would book them the neccessary staff members and an appropriate private room. This way all fantasies were completely private, so there were very few limits on what members could arrange.
Sean arrived at the club at 4:30 in the afternoon. Most of their patrons came and went within an evening, but they were a 24-hour establishment so there were still a few people there. A club of this stature also carries quite a hefty membership cost, even for the lowest tier of service, so their particularly clientele very rarely worked a 9-5 job anyway. They even had one client from England spending the week here. Normally Sean showed up a little later in the evening, but he had a couple of appointments. He had two of his members, a married couple, that had a new fantasy they wanted to arrange and prospective member coming in at 8.
OOC:
This thread is open. I need a Clara, other than that your characters are up to you. I could use both staff and members, and there's nothing wrong with staff members that want to arrange fantasies. Everyone must be "screened by Sean", so just come in the front door and ask for Sean to get started.
