Paradise Pension (staff or by reservation only)

[LadyMurasaki]

To make a reservation or to answer the casting call for staff please see Back in the bath .

OOC
This is a small Pension in Provence dedicated to sensual pleasures. The weather is always sunny and warm, the Pastis is always cold, the food always good and the ambience is just right for pleasure.

ADDITIONAL INFO (new 11/01)
for a visual on how Paradise should look, please go to
*Hostellerie de Crillon le Brave
(if any of the staff are on Lit, I sincerely apologise for posting such a tittilating ad in my thread, your Hostellerie is superb, let's just say it inspired me)


Kat is the owner and hostess of the Pension. She is in her mid thirties, has reddish blonde hair, long and always coming undone.
She is 5'4" but her attitude is taller. Her body is built for pleasure, long legs, white skin that seems almost depraved, green eyes and pert breasts that are positioned so high that they appear to be begging to be fondled... and sucked and *um*

 

[LadyMurasaki]

Opening up the place

Kat sighs with pleasure as the pulls back the heavy velvet drapes, letting in the beautiful French light. She looks out across the stone paved terrace with the horizon pool and the large olive tree, out to the valley rich with vines as far as the eye can see. This was the best move she has ever made, to be here under the endless skies in this stone and terracotta heaven. Where food, music and pleasure will come together in a symphony so sweet. The thought almost takes her breath away.

Time to get busy, there is staff on the way, Melody...La Bella Voce the sultry and mysterious singer and the wonderfully sexy sounding waiter Raymond, will soon be here. Kat can hardly wait.

 

[gaigirl]

The songstress

OOC

Melody

5'10"

Long, thick, luscious coppery bronze hair, with appropriately proportioned curvature of body.

Eyes as inviting as warm chocolate pudding.

Not stop-you-in-your-tracks stunning, but with the kind of beauty that exposes itself to the beholder over time. As a singer and performer, Melody has a 'presence' that sets her apart from average.

Melody was trained as an opera singer, and performed with orchestras around the world before being widowed as a young bride several years ago. Now raising a teenaged son, Melody appreciates the ability to perform regularly without having to travel, and has been a hotel circuit nightclub perfomer since the death of her husband. She has a deep love for opera and classical music, but is also quite partial to light pops and showtunes as well as jazz and blues. Her sets in the lounge are an eclectic mix of styles, and over the years she has expanded her repertoire to include almost anything requested by guests.

Her following has been large enough that her name is familiar in the right places, and many patrons have asked her to sing the more commonly known soprano arias. This is satisfying to Melody. She has adjusted her hopes and dreams to think of herself as someone who introduces the wonders of opera to people who might not give it a chance otherwise. A kind of 'opera missionary' rather than a star performer. Melody is content with what life has brought her.

Cheerful and upbeat, Melody and Kat have been friends from way back when. They look out for one another, as only 'girlfriends' can do. They share a similar sense of humor, and can make one another laugh when the going gets tough.

 

[Steiner]

First day!

Raymond stood in the staff changing room, looking at the uniform that Madame Kat had left for him to change into. The jacket was snug and tailored, and the trousers! "Mon Dieu! I shall have to find somewhere else to keep my keys and bottleopener, even a credit card would ruin the cut of these!"

Raymond was a Riveria boy, son of a fisherman, and had grown up on the boats and under the hot sun. When fishing had ceased to be a lucrative trade he had sold his share of fathers boat and bought himself an education in Lyons, that had prepared him to work in the hotel trade. He still had the lithe and muscular physique of a fisherman, but he now had the manners, the knowledge of wines and fluency in three European languages other than his native French. He had been an immediate favourite at his first posting, becoming intimate friends with half the female staff - including the owner. However things had come to a sudden end for him there, the owner tearfully saying that she was going to have to let him go, but she had found alternate employment for him on twice the salary. Strange rumours had circulated around the staff that he had been part collateral on a high stakes blackjack game, and that the owner had lost him (along with a fair amount of money) to his current employer - but that was surely nonsense!

Checking the proper seating of his uniform, which managed to hint at more than it concealed, he left the locker room and proceeded to Madame Kat's office to introduce himself. Arriving in good time, he knocked politely on the door and waited.

OOC

Raymond Deschampes
Age: 24
5' 11'
Medium build for height, but quite lithe and wiry

Short, neat, dark brown hair and warm brown eyes.

Raymond is constantly on the go, full of energy. Naturally one of lifes extroverts, and possessed of a wicked sense of humour. He is an instinctive flirt, and sometimes lets this carry him into situations that he hasn't thought through properly. He is dedicated and hardworking - far prefering his current employment to hauling nets on a fishing boat. He is knowledgable about his work, but lacks experience of the wider world.

 

[LadyMurasaki]

Re: First day!

Checking the proper seating of his uniform, which managed to hint at more than it concealed, he left the locker room and proceeded to Madame Kat's office to introduce himself. Arriving in good time, he knocked politely on the door and waited.

Kat looks up from her dreaming, startled by the knock. 'Come, ' she says and a vision in tight pants with the most soulful brown eyes enters. She catches her breath and says with feigned coolness, 'You must be Raymond..' my, my she thinks, a night with the cards has never been this satisfying, she'll never play strip poker again.

'Raymond at your service, Madame.' he replies politely and properly but Kat can see there is a glint of humour and a little something else in his eyes. She trails her eyes over his body, the uniform is perfect. She is glad that she got his precise measurements from her now ex-friend, oh well sore losers...

'One thing, Raymond,' Kat says with a sparkle of something in her eye now.... 'we can't have you wearing boxers under those pants, it spoils the line.' Saying that she reaches over and opens the bottom drawer of her huge walnut desk, her hand comes up holding the scantest, slinkiest black silk g-string.... 'Put these on will you and let's see what it does for the line.'

The look in Raymond's eyes has changed into something she couldn't read... would he take her up on the dare or would he scamper off back to the changing room? Kat grinned in anticipation....

 

[Steiner]

Raymond leaned forward and took the underwear from her, his fingers brushing skin that was as smooth as silk. He wondered if she felt the slight trembling in his hand as he did so...

Clearly there was more to this audacious request than its face value, and he'd always prided himself on his ability to read a woman. Still, what if she was just playing with him? Should he return to the locker room and change, or should he respond in a more daring fashion?

Seeing her rest her exquisite chin on her linked hands and lean forward he realised that she was expectant to see what he did - and that answered his question for him. Fixing his eyes on hers he took a deep breath and made his decision...

 

[LadyMurasaki]

Kat

Fixing his eyes on hers he took a deep breath and made his decision...

Oooooh, he was going to, wasn't he.... his hands, tanned and so compelling, with their long agile fingers and manicured nails, went to his belt... caressing the buckle, almost teasing her. She had felt the tremor when he had taken the undies from her, felt the shock of his skin on her's for a brief second and had expected him to take the g-string and run....

Kat began to squirm, here was a delicious opportunity and she had this sinking feeling that Melody was supposed to be arriving soon... oh well, the road through the valley was long and if she kept half an ear open she would hear Melody's approach. Kat was sure that she would still be driving that disreputable sports car that had growled it's way across several continents.....

She let herself relax into the moment and watched Raymond's hands to see what they would do... hmmmm to lick those fingers...

 

[Steiner]

Raymond took a deep breath and made a positive move. If she was going to correct a misunderstanding then she would have done so when he put his hand to his belt buckle - if anything she had leaned forward more avidly, and he thought he saw a calculating look in her eye as she weighed him up.

His hands became purposeful, snapping the belt leather out of the buckle and letting both sides hang. He needed to undo the top button and each of the five fly buttons too - no way was he squirming out of trousers THIS tight, and the necessary movements turned undressing into a strip tease for his new employer.

Finally he eased the trousers down, and folded them over his arm. Moving to a nearby chair he lay them over the back and returned to the front of the desk. Madame Kat was leaning forward now, not even pretending to be disinterested in the scene playing out in front of her, so Raymond caught her eye and smiled, wanting her to know he was comfortable with this.

Then he slid the boxer shorts down too, feeling his semi-hard cock twitching in the cool air of the office. He folded the boxers too, and placed them on the seat back with his trousers, not hurrying but not making a song and dance of it either, feeling the way that his shirt tails brushed against his ass, and against his cock as it swung slightly with his movements. As he turned back to his employer, he saw that she had a slight flush and the fact that she was affected like that made his cock give a slight jump - his control was getting pretty strained, and he knew that it would soon be unconcealable that he was getting turned on himself.

Taking the silk thong he stepped into first one leg and then the other, before starting to ease the garment up his legs. The brush of the silk along his flesh was really the last straw, and he felt his cock moving from semi-hard to hard, straining against the material as he pulled it properly into place.

Standing straight he looked his employer in the eye. "Shall I try those trousers on now, Madame? I suspect the line will still be spoilt if I do..."

 

[LadyMurasaki]

Kat

Standing straight he looked his employer in the eye. "Shall I try those trousers on now, Madame? I suspect the line will still be spoilt if I do..."

Kat couldn't help herself... she was leaning forward like a common fishwife, ogling Raymond in his shirt tails. Damd those shirt tails, she couldn't really see much, except for the odd glimpse of tightly packed black silk....

She decided it had definitely been worth losing a night of sleep to play blackjack all night, while smoking too many of those disgusting cigarillos she loved so much.... Raymond was like a christmas cracker.... full of pleasant surprises. Everytime she was sure she had bested him, he bounced right back with a naughty counter challenge...

Kat wondered if she had enough strength to stay in her teasing mode, what with all the moving to France and arranging the pension, she hadn't had even the slightest flutter of sex for at least ten days...

'Hmmm let me see, dear boy,' she said in a voice smoother than she felt.... her skin was turning to goosebumps and her nipples puckering tellingly against her silk shirt... oooh she was sure she was blushing with desire... She reached forward and caught hold of his shirt tails, pulling on them, she managed to roll her black leather office chair up close to him.... so close in fact that she could smell the clean fragrance of the soap he had used to wash and under that, the very faint aroma of his musty sex....

'The line,' she whispered as she ran a long unpainted nail along the length of his erection, 'will be greatly enhanced by this, in fact it will accent the row of silver buttons.' She smiled and leaned forward.... gently blowing on the small damp patch that had appeared on the black silk... mmmm pre-cum, how nice.

Her hair began to fall over her face, brushing his thighs... she let her tongue creep out and add to the dampness, licking him softly through the silk. Enjoying the heat behind the texture of the fabric, letting her tongue tell her that the head of Raymond's cock had a delightlful helmet-like edge that would catch sooooo nicely as it slid in and out of her pussy.....

She felt her own silk panties begin to get moist, very, very moist, it was like sitting in liquid silk....

Raymond's cock had taken on a life of its own, and the black silk seemed to shrink a little, making the head peek out above the top of the g-string... her tongue found the frenulum and teased and tickled it, tracing it and tasting it.... following it to the little eye where the pre-cum hung like a pearl.... hmmmmm, they were right, everything DID taste better in France......

 

[Steiner]

In his wildest dreams Raymond hadn't imagined a scene like this one! He hadn't been working for Kat for longer than 10 minutes and look at the scene!

His employer had, elegantly he had to admit, recaptured the initiative and he was left, jaw dropped like an unlettered peasant. Raymond felt himself almost trembling at the sensations she was subjecting him to - trying to work out which affected him most, the scent of her hair, the wicked glint in her eye as she drew near or the touch of her nail. It didn't matter - they all added up to far more stimulation than this man could contain, and he felt the silk of the thong stretched tight - with so little give to it, it was obvious that he would begin to escape it.

As he felt himself growing harder, the lightning bolt of her tongue transfixed him in place, gentle caressing licks through the material of the thong that persued the head of his cock to daylight as it swelled, the tight silk forcing it to grow hard up against his belly. As expected, however, it was nothing compared to the sensation her tongue made when it touched directly against him, lapping against the eye of his glans. This was so exquisite that he had no thought of thrusting against her, loving what she was doing so much that he would do anything rather than hurry her, he instead traced the back of his fingers from her brow to her jawline, gently stroking her, knowing that in their state the soft caress would be effective. Running his fingers back up he gently explored her earlobe before letting his fingers trace around to the nape of her neck, gently massaging and encouraging her as her tongue traced along the ridge of his glans and her lips pressed against him.

 

[LadyMurasaki]

Running his fingers back up he gently explored her earlobe before letting his fingers trace around to the nape of her neck, gently massaging and encouraging her as her tongue traced along the ridge of his glans and her lips pressed against him.

Kat was in heaven, Raymond's hand was waking all of her erogenous zones, she could actually feel the fabric of her silk shirt lying on her skin, it was as if her pores were opening up with his touch.... his one hand tracing her neck, reading her pulse as it sped faster and stronger.... the other hand sliding her silk blouse across her shoulders, somehow managing to make the buttons pop themselves. She felt cool air on the tops of her breasts, the silk sliding there too, teasing her nipples as it touched and retreated to the rythm of his hand on her shoulder.... his hand that was moving lower..

She pulled down the top of the thong, releasing his cock so that she could follow the veins, like reading braille with her tongue..
she moved her mouth up, slowly and then suddenly allowed his cock to slide into her mouth, quickly and shockingly... the skin was so tight and it pulsed faintly in her mouth.... she sucked very softly, then let the pressure go, making a very seductive popping sound, Raymond's cock jerked a little, her hands went up to cup his balls, still trapped tightly in the silk thong... Kat felt her mouth begin to move, as if on it's own, hungry motions up and down, so natural so rythmical.... Raymond's hands wandered slowly down to explore the paths leading to her waiting nipples, so tight themselves in expectant pleasure... she began to hum with the joy of it, feeling the vibrations of her own voice pass through his cock and down to his balls....

Ah, what was he doing? Oh, but is was so good.... Kat felt herself begin to lose her hardness, her control.... she loved this moment of melting into femininity.....

 

[Steiner]

Kat's mouth was now warmly enfolding his cock as she slid her head back and forth, her mouth alive with vibrations that were tantalising him. He could feel her fingers moving on his balls, cupping and even gently squeezing, the counterpoint of smooth skin and hard nails just one of a medley of sensations that were slowly, but surely, driving him insane with need for her.

The silk of her blouse was becoming crumpled where his hand was gripping at it, and he decided that he had to touch this goddess properly. Sliding his hands, fingers spread far apart under the loosely buttoned gamerent he kneaded at her shoulders, let his fingertips trace down the curve of her spine, and then dragged his hands back up, fingertips pressing against her skin.

He leant forward, and this time his hands slipped down her arms, the last shirt buttons popping, the front hanging open to expose breasts that were taut and mouthwateringly pert, nipples clearly engorged from the tension of silk on skin. He drew his hands up again, this time letting them fall down her chest, down the outside of her breasts, tracing the underswell and then down her stomach. From the way her flat stomach tightened he knew she was already anticipating the upward return path of his fingers as they cupped her breasts, traced along the flesh of them, and then moved to finally caress her nipples, gentle circles at first, but becoming firmer.

Her reaction was to tighten her lips around him and moan, drawing a moan in turn from him as she lashed at him with her tongue. Continuing to toy with her nipples he leant further, his face resting against the top of her head and his other hand making a heated track down her stomach. At first he began to rub her through the heated and damp silk of her panties, his fingers pushing the material hard against her, the pad of one finger searching for the hard nub of her clit as he did so. Then he let his fingers slide either side of the gusset of her panties, finger tips reaching beneath to slip gently inside her, stirring her, spreading her as he began to rock his hand faster and faster.

 

[gaigirl]

Melody arrives

Beep, beep, bbeeeppp!

Melody honked the horn of her sports car as she pulled up the drive to the Pension. Turning to her 18 year old son Jacob, she said, "Looks lovely, doesn't it? I'm glad you decided to spend your gap year here with me. This is it babe. You'll soon be out in the world on your own. Let's ask Kat if she can find you a job as well. You've waited tables before, maybe she can add you to the staff somewhere. Let's go find Kat, then we can settle in to our cottage."

 

[LadyMurasaki]

Kat

Then he let his fingers slide either side of the gusset of her panties, finger tips reaching beneath to slip gently inside her, stirring her, spreading her as he began to rock his hand faster and faster.

oooooh Kat was in heaven, her pussy, after it's 10 day long sabbatical, was almost grabbing at his fingers, clenching and trying to suck them inside of her. She was so wet, so slick and the shaved outer lips of her pussy were being teased while a long agile finger probed inside, finding and putting pressure on her G-spot. Raymond's thumb was circling and rubbing her clitoris...

.....her clit which was so swollen that it seemed to spring to life and jump each time his thumb rounded the little hood that was trying to hide it from him... the sensation of his cock in her mouth was sooo good and she pushed forward, letting the head zero in on the back of her throat... she was so ready, so relaxed that it slid down into her throat...

oh my god, what would he be thinking of her his boss, not ten minutes into the first meeting and here she was deep throating the guy.... embarrassment flooded her face with colour, but her body would not heed her psychological plight.... her legs were spreading wider and wider, her pussy pushing into his hand...
she wanted to kiss him, to feel his body against hers, to have him just pull her panties to one side and slide into her warmth and wetness... she could imagine the soft giving of each inch.... as he moved up inside her, how her pussy would want to clamp down on his cock...

As if he could hear what she was thinking, he pulled away softly, his cock popping from her lips with a rather rude noise...his hand not leaving her pussy, and he knelt down in front of her and brought his mouth to hers.... her eyes were out of focus with lust, her mouth greedy but he held back, just brushing his lips on hers, pulling back when she tried for more.... he sucked her lower lip into his mouth, so softly, so insistently... his other hand slid up her stomach and cupped a breast... the thumb teasing around her nipple but not touching it....

Kat began to make small growling noises in the back of her throat.. trying frantically to grab at him... pull him to her, wrap him in her... suddenly he kissed her deeply, alowing her to suck on his tongue as she had sucked on his cock, almost fucking her mouth with his.... yesssss, her pussy responded, very near orgasm... if only she could.....

beeep beeep

waaaaa not now!!!! Goddamd Melody for fixing her exhaust pipe..

Raymond and Kat sprang apart as if something had stung them... his eyes were blurred and she could see that this had affected him as much as her.....

She tried to be blase... 'so much for the line of your pants,' she smile ruefully... her hand crept out to fondle his jumping cock one more time, pulling the thong back over it, hiding it but not the tight, big bulge it made all the way up to his belly button...

'Remember though, I do so like a glass of pinot noir and a chocolate last thing before bed....' she laughed as she pulled her own blouse closed, and smoothed her skirt down with her hands.

Standing now in a pretended semblance of order as Raymond wriggled back into his tight pants, she said 'I think you'll do nicely, but you do need some pants that are easier to get in and out of.'

 

[Mystic_Visions]

Samuel Fairchilde

Bio
35 years old
5'10" 180 lbs.
Average build, though sports a slight paunch, indicative of someone who enjoys the finer things in life.
Black hair with hints of grey, slightly receding hairline.
Ice blue eyes

History
Samuel was born into an upper class family on Long Island's North Shore. He attended the Julliard Scool of Music, earning his Master of Music studying piano. He does have some vocal training as well. Upon graduation, Samuel began playing in local NY Jazz clubs, later moving to Chicago, where he continued to play the circuit. He was approached by several companies offering contracts, but these he rufused, opting to play for the love of his music, rather than profits. It should be stated, Samuel has never had a true need to work, as he inherited a rather large sum of money upon the death of his grandmother, who was the matriarch of the family. Growing tired of the music scene in the States, he left for Europe at age 25. For the past ten years, he has travelled the continent, playing at various hotels and clubs. He has had many brief romances, but never opting to stay for long, lest he be distracted from his true mistress, the music. Most recently, he has been living in France, where he has picked up enough of the language to converse properly, though most certainly not attaining fluency.

OOC - didn't realize I would put so much into his history I will begin in character in the next post.

 

[Mystic_Visions]

Samuel Fairchilde

I had heard about a new resort opening in the area, and they were auditioning for a pianist. I wasn't sure about it until one of the guys in the trio I was sitting in with told me the rumour of who was to be the resident chantuese. I recognized the name at once, remembering that lovely voice at a club back in the States years ago. That night, when I returned to my room, I quickly dashed off a letter, and put in the post the next morn, along with a copy of my standard audition material.


A few days later, I recieved a letter at the hotel:

Dear Mr. Fairchilde,
I have received your audition CD and would be delighted to meet with you at your convenience, any afternoon this week. Your background is perfectly appropriate, and your inquiry regarding the accompanist job is appreciated. Please consider yourself just this side of hired.

Sincerely,
Melody

Informing my bandmates that the upcoming weekend would most likely be my last with them, I rented a car for the drive out into the countryside. As I drive, I think of what pieces I shall use for the audition. As I turn up the drive leading to The Paradise, I can see the main building through the tress.

'Absolutely lovely,' I think to myself. Pulling up to the main building, I park next to a little red sports car, hoping it is appropiate for the potential help to park here. Gathering the beaten leather briefcase that holds my scores, I walk up to the entrance of the manor.

 

[Steiner]

Merde! He'd been no more than an inch from heaven when the car horn had jerked them both firmly back to earth. Still, the offer of a nightcap was right there, and he knew that with more time and convivial surroundings it would only be a better experience. In addition, he thought ruefully, the huge degree of expectation he was going to suffer from all day would surely put an extra edge on things...

Kat's hands as they tried to achieve the impossible feat of stuffing him back into the thong conveyed every ounce of her regret, but soon he was standing before her, fully clad.

"Madame, shall I go find your visitor, and bring them here?" he asked.

 

[gaigirl]

Melody and Jason

Screeching to a stop, and reminding herself once again to have her muffler looked at, Melody untangled herself from behind the wheel, and stepped out of her little red Triumph. Truth be told, the car had seen better days, but Melody was unable to part with it. Besides, she knew Jason thought she was going to give it to him when he went off to university next year.

Standing at the car door, Melody took a moment to survey her surroundings. The villa was beautifully landscaped, with shade trees, stone benches, fountains, and brightly colored flowers that filled the air with heady aromas.

Lilies, thought Melody. And a faint hint of rose. "Jason, give me a moment alone with Kat, will you?" she said to him, across the car. "I think the new pianist is coming today and I want to be ready for his audition. Let me get the lay of the land, and then you can help me carry the bags. The stuff we sent ahead is probably here, and that will keep you busy this afternoon, so go take some time for yourself now. Stay out of trouble!" she added, as Jason waved and turned to explore the front gardens.

Melody walked through the open front door, and stopped again to have a look at the lobby. There was a huge flower arrangement on a central table, and the atmosphere was peaceful and elegant. Soft music played overhead, and scattered throughiout the lobby were small intimate lounge areas. Kat's outdone herself, she mused.

There was a long hall at one end of the lobby. A likely place for offices... I'll start there she told herself, heading in that direction.It's as good a place as any to start looking for Kat. She could be anywhere...

Excited to see her friend again, she couldn't completely forget about Samuel, the pianist. Fairchilde... that name is familiar...

 

[LadyMurasaki]

Kat

things start coming together

Kat looked at Raymond and realised he would need a moment to gather his *um* wits about him... he was struggling with the buttons on his tight pants and the action was doing nothing to relieve the swelling underneath. 'Thank god I never bought pants with a zipper,' she thought, 'he would have decapitated himself. '

Sticking a cigarillo in her mouth and lighting it from a candle on her desk, Kat opened the door and went out, buttoning her own blouse as she went....

and walked smack into Melody, who took every tiny detail in with one swoop of her deep brown eyes... her artistically arched eyebrows rose even further and she said with a decidedly amused snort, 'Trying out the help already, are we?'

Kat started choking on her cigarillo... the smoke going into her eyes and actually bringing tears... with a loud whoop, forgetting about her half open blouse, she ran and gave Melody a huge hug.
'I am so glad you're here,' she said... and then whispered 'although 15 minutes later would have been more ideal.'

Melody laughed, took Kat's arm and with a saucy backward glance at Raymond, led Kat off saying, 'Well show me the piano already, girl.'

 

[gaigirl]

Still laughing, Melody stopped to hug Kat once more. "It's great to see you. I've really missed our midnight chats with claret and chocolates. I brought you a box of extra special handmade for you, darkest of darks, richest of rich from Paris. Perfect little bite sized.... well, I don't want to ruin the surprise. Just remember that I had them made especially for you before you open the box! The Chocolatier told me his staff blushed beet red while packing them. Here, you're over exposed," Said Melody, stopping to button Kat's blouse, which was still gaping open in front.

Arm in arm, Melody and Kat walked through the pension, stopping now and then for Melody to admire and for Kat to point out special touches. "Your place is lovely. I have such a good feeling about everything. How are the reservations?"

"Have you heard from the pianist? His name is Samuel Fairchilde, and I think he was planning to come today. Rather than wishing I had been fifteen minutes later, you really ought to be chiding me for being so late."

 

[Mystic_Visions]

Samuel

As I pass the little Triumph, I glance inside it's interior. There is still luggage inside, from what I can gather. 'I guess I am not the only one to recently arrive,' I think to myself. Looking around the property again, I see a young man in the distance, walking amongst the gardens. 'Hmm, didn't realize The Paradise was recieving guests yet.' Seeing no one else around, I turn back to the entrance and enter. Immediately, I am struck at the attention to detail that was put into this place. The flowers in the main arrangement could only hace been picked that morn. The crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling looked as though it had been crafted by angels. Not seeing anyone in the lobby, I decide to wander around a little, hoping to find an employee who could possibly provide assistance.

I walk down a corridor off of the main lobby, still hoping to find someone to ask for assistance. Rounding a bend in the hallway, I see her. The doors to the room are open, and I walk towards her. Entering what I can only assume to be the lounge, judging this from the bar off to one side, I approach, oblivious to all that is around me. She is absolutely gorgeous. I sit beside her, my back towards the door.

'My, aren't you a blessing for the eyes,' I whisper, as I caress a hand lightly across her deep ebony body. I hesitantly place my fingers upon her. Gently, I begin. 'Fur Elise'. My favorite piece, so beautiful, it almost brings tears to my eyes as I pour my soul into the playing. Closing my eyes, she sings with me, my fingers and her voice creating magic. The Steinway is in perfect tune, I must remember to commend the proprietor for that. But for now, we must continue our affair, and music fills the room.

 

[LadyMurasaki]

Kat and Melody

Kat walked blissfully, arm in arm with Melody, explaining that she'd like to take a week or so to get things going. At the moment a local chef was standing in, but she was hoping to snare someone great from Paris. A few feelers had gone out, a few favours had been dangled.

Also a sommelier with a deep knowledge for fine wines was needed. Kat chattered on telling Melody how she had once heard of this sommelier who could judge exactly the sexual state of his guest and match a wine that would round off the pleasure. If only she could find someone like that.... he didn't have to be French, he just had to be able to fuel desires.... with the nectar of the gods.... and whatever else crossed his mind.

Melody chuckled at Kat's enthusiasm, after sex, she knew Kat's passions were food and wine... preferably all three together.

'So tell me about the head waiter you needed 15 more minutes with?' she prodded Kat's shoulder in a very naughty way....

'Oh, I won him in a game of blackjack from Celeste,' Kat answered, laughing at Melody's disapproving look.... 'Celeste my ex-friend. ' Kat laughed meanly.

Melody and Kat exploded into laughter but were soon silenced by the most heavenly sounds of Fur Elize wafting through the halls and beckoning to them. It seemed as if the fragrances from the garden were swept in with the notes.... and a sweetness filled the air, sweeping out all frivolity.

'Oh my!' gasped Kat.

 

[gaigirl]

Play it again, Sam

Samuel
'My, aren't you a blessing for the eyes,' I whisper, as I caress a hand lightly across her deep ebony body. I hesitantly place my fingers upon her. Gently, I begin. 'Fur Elise'. My favorite piece, so beautiful, it almost brings tears to my eyes as I pour my soul into the playing. Closing my eyes, she sings with me, my fingers and her voice creating magic. The Steinway is in perfect tune, I must remember to commend the proprietor for that. But for now, we must continue our affair, and music fills the room.

Strolling down the hall, lost in the chatter of catching up, and in the grand tour, Melody and Kat turned the corner to hear faint strains of music coming from what appeared to be the lounge. Stealthily, they quietly tiptoed to the door to see who was playing. Sitting at the keyboard with his back to the entrance was a vision of virility. Tall, slender, and very much in control, the man brought everything the Steinway had to offer out into the open.

"Beethoven is so passionate. Listen..." Melody whispered, grabbing Kat's wrist. Together they stood at the door, completely enraptured by the music of Fur Elise. The pianist was caught up in his own world, and didn't sense their presence. The man and the piano moved together like ballet dancers in a pas de deux. Two souls, completely merged into a singular motion of musical expression. "That must be Samuel." Melody mouthed to Kat, reluctant to speak aloud, for fear of spoiling the moment of perfect intimacy.

As the last note floated upon the air, reduced to a mere echo, Melody couldn't help herself. She had to meet Samuel, knowing with absolute certainty that he was perfect for the job. Longing to be touched and 'played' in the same way he was bringing the piano to life, but uncomfortable with her feeling of attraction for him, she couldn't help herself and blurted out something silly. "Play it again, Sam," she finally called out across the room.

 

[Steiner]

Finally Raymond had his head back together and everything collected. He found himself outside Kat's office and heading to the kitchen, in the absence of the chef it was his job to whip up a lunch buffet for those members of staff who were on site.

As he rattled pans and assembled hors d'ouveres onto trays he remembered that his shorts were still folded on the back of the chair in Madame Kat's office, tempted to go and collect them, Raymond decided that he couldn't very well risk interrupting Madame if she was conducting a business meeting or interviewing other staff.

Finally selecting a couple of moderately good bottles of white to go with the sparkling water and orange juice Raymond began to carry the individual trays and dishes to the small staff lounge, as requested.

 

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Lonnie Trier

OOC:

Lonnie Trier
35, single,
Long brown hair in a ponytail
muscular achived from the physical side of his work, carrying kegs of beer and handling casks of wine

Lonnie has a knack: he can choose a drink that awakens the sensual awareness of his clients. Sometimes a cupid for others, sometimes a pleasure seeking satyr, he is discreet but playful. An american expatriot and writer, he has left Paris for the more serene countryside where his knack will both support and entertain him.

IC:

Lonnie tipped the taxi driver outside of the gates to the pension, preferring the walk to the main doors. It was beautiful and he could feel the power in the vines on the surrounding hillsides. Rich, red, fruity wines would be made here, full of passion and dark as the red Provence blood of his ancestors.

He had not met his employer yet, having obtained the position by mail, but his credentials and experience had been enough. Perhaps the reputation he had earned among the hoteliers and patrons of Paris had extended to the countryside.

Dropping his bag, and squaring his shoulders, Lonnie rang the bell.