The Butterfly House

[soliloquy]

The Butterfly House is a place where wealthy women of Manhattan come to play out any fantasy they desire. It is run entirely by women, but the employees are a mix of women and men. The characters I have so far:

Nina(ARAYNES): The founder of Butterfly House, she has been used for many men's pleasuresin her past. She was irate that women don't seem to be able to act out their sexual fantasies without being termed a slut or whore. So, she began a business which in the last ten years has grown tremendously, but the secrecy surrounding it has never been compromised. She does not engage in casual acts herself, as she is looking for a man to love. Right now she has her eye on Ian.

Ian(Rick_j21): Ian is Nina's assistant. He is a fetch and carry boy, but she finds in him a distinct innocence and tenderness. She is awed by not only his body, but his hypnotic personality as well.

Maryanne (ME): Maryanne is Nina's oldest friend. Having caught her husband in a compromising position with his executive assistant, she was ready to forget about love and have some fun. She convinced Nina to let her "audition" prospective employees, which she has done for ten years. She LOVES her job.

Ramon (AFTERNOONER): Ramon is an artist who is painting for the Butterfly house.

Jesalynn (Jesalynn): A semi-regular guest at the house.

Dylan Kage (Horny Hawk): A new employee to the house


I am looking for employees and more guests for this thread. Some may be one time visitors, or some may be regulars to the house. The Butterfly House is an idyllic world where any fantasy can come into fruition with enough advanced notice. Women who patronize the house may choose a man or woman (or group thereof), or may have Nina and her staff choose for them. It is really open, and is a chance to write out some romantic, wild, or kinky fantasies.

Rules: No bestiality, characters under 18, and please be aware of where the story is at the time you submit.

Please PM me if you would like to participate. I would like to get a nice sized group, but too many people might be hard for "Nina" and "Maryanne" to keep track of. Let me know if you have any ideas to improve upon mine. Always up for constructive criticism, or suggestions.

 

[soliloquy]

Maryanne

Maryanne straightened her outfit after Roger left her office. Do I train them well, or what? she thought to herself. Roger had just finished his last of four training sessions with Maryanne.

Maryanne was a petite woman of 36, and she had been working for Nina in The Butterfly House for ten years. Coming out of a nasty divorce with near nothing, she needed not only a job, but to enjoy herself for a change. When Nina explained that she was setting up a business where women could play out their wanton fantasies, Nina thought I want IN . She was the one who suggested that she "interview, audition, and train" the men and women who would carry out the fantasies. What better way to get her own pleasure out of life?

Ten years later, the business had blossomed. Nina had to front the store with a restaraunt/hotel facade. Oh, they did have a restaurant which was quite valid. And they did have a hotel, but it was known as being very exclusive to women. What people did not know, or even suspect, was that women came to seek out their dreams and fantasies.

These dreams and fantasies could be played out in any fashion. Most often they were romantic in nature, as that is what many women were missing. Some did not involve sex at all. But, as the business evolved and grew, the fantasies they were asked to create for these women evolved with the times.

The rules of the house were very simple. There was to be no abuse of employees, and restricted what abuse could be performed on the women. It was a liability, and no one could afford an unhappy customer, since the business was very illegal. However, some women took it on their own to pay the men and women extra to come to their homes for more extreme play. Nina accepted that this happened, and wasn't really happy with it, but as long as her employees showed up without marks on them, she was fine.

The other rule was one of secrecy. No specific consequences were ever stated, but the women promised to only tell those who they knew needed The Butterfly House, and who they trusted. In ten years, no one had ever gone to the police, and the business had never been investigated as far as they knew.

The employees knew the risk they were taking, but most felt safe working for Nina. Most thoroughly enjoyed Maryanne as well. Maryanne ran out to the reception desk of the hotel to tell the receptionist to mark Roger as an active employee. The receptionist did so, and adjusted the pendant around her neck. A butterfly, making a heart with it's flight hung from a golden chain. This was the symbol of The Butterfly House. Female employees wore the symbol on a necklace. Male employees had it embroidered on the pocket of their restaraunt uniforms, where they worked when they did not have any clients to service. Women who joined the house were given a card with the symbol on it. No replacement cards were ever given. It had been five years since anyone had ever lost theirs.

Maryanne went back into her office to do her paperwork, and slumped in her chair smiling. What a life!

The intercom buzzed. What now?

 

[Jeselynn]

Jeselynn McCluney
Age: 25
Sex/Orrientation: Female Bi-sexual
Hair: Strawberrie blonde w/red highlights
Eyes: Green w/Gold flecks
Body: 140 atheletic 36DD-30-38 a little overweight

Background: Married but not happy. Is bi-sexual and her husband does not know, probably wouldn't notice. Has no children. Would like to but her husband insists they wait a 'couple more years'.

Raised in a backwards counrty town, she grew up and went to college. Is big on computers, works for a internet firm, from home.
Runs many internet sites, all of sexual nature. Decided to look for something new.



Ic: Arriving at the Butterfly House around 6:30 pm. I was dressed in a nice evening gown. With me I had an overnight bag with a few outfits, mostly different nightgowns and fetish clothes.

Walking to the Desk, I confirmed my reservation. I heard the clerk pick up the phone and speak low to the person on the other end.
Waiting in the Hall I sat on a soft daybed. Legs up and crossed, the long slit on the dress falling open and revieling my pale white skin.

 

[soliloquy]

MaryAnne

OOC: Ok, readers...we definitely need some guests , and some employees...please help!

IC: MaryAnne took the call from the receptionist since Nina was working on the figures. She came out to greet their newest member. Walking out to the lobby, her eyes were immediately drawn to the beautiful figure waiting in the lobby. Her long legs somewhat visable with the slit up her very flattering evening gown. She was like a picture in a painting. What she wouldn't give to train this woman.

But business is business.

"Hello, I am MaryAnne. Welcome to the Butterfly House. Let's just go through the checklist to ensure that we have your room and companion as you requested."

The entire time they talked about her fantasy, MaryAnne was stealing glances at her figure and her hands...oh, those hands.

 

[afternooner]

Ramon Laroque

6:30, in an evening gown? Ramon shook his head. These New York women they never ceased to amuse and delight him. He created an instant mental image of her in his mind, as she walked by the window of the cafe he was sitting in. Strawberry blonde, green eyes, generously curvacious, strong calves carries herself like a goddess. definately a Rubens.ahh such fun would he have with this one.
His mind waundered to wonderously rounded breasts and rossy plump bottoms fleshy thighs and ...ahh

She disappeared into the hotel but her image remained in his mind as he began to set his charcoal outline on his canvas. Later he would add the color, bring out the flecks of gold in her eyes and blending the glowing red into her hair. her skin, was it ivory in contrast to her hair or were there flecks of coral here and there?

he wished he had more time and when he remembered her carrying a bag. He frowned, it may be days before she returned and would he be here to recapture her beauty. He sighed looking at his pile of unfinished canvases so many beauties had passed before him only once just enough time to capture their esence but not enough to add the finishing touches that made them masterpieces.

If only he could find a way to get them to pose but how, he couldn't hardly accost them on the street. He couldn't follow them inside he knew when he started painting here a month ago that the hotel was for women only. but how?

The waiter returned to refill his coffee cup. Ramon smiled warmly pushing a five in his direction. Ramon had become a regular fixture here coming each day and had made arrangements ,well paid for in advance, to paint the sceneery of the street.

ahh and such scenery it was, Ramon decided early on. Some of the most beautfull women in the world passed by him here.

A thought entered his mind, why not? He gathered up his easel and paints and straightening his beret strode confidently through the side door that he knew led up the stairs and to the back entrance to the hotel. Pressing the buzzer he traighened his 5'9" height, looked in the mirror threading his fingers through his dark hair noting a little more grey at his temples but still for 52, he looked quite young his body trim and in good shape .

He waited. not really knowing what he would say when somone answered.

 

[soliloquy]

MaryAnne

MaryAnne was in the process of checking over Jeselynn's fantasy when the buzzer rang--one, two, three times. She looked to the receptionist with annoyance. Was she the only one working here? The receptionist got up to answer the door.

 

[afternooner]

Ramon

The receptionist answered the door.

You must be applying for the job she asks? come in.

Ramon entered the office and was instantly amazed at the rich beauty of the room.Soft loveseats lined the walls. Huge ornate prints and reproductions of all the renasaunce painters adorned the walls. Renoir, Leonardo, Michealangelo, Rembrant and of course Rubens, his favorite. Small tables held marble and bronze figures. He did a double take when he spoted a Venus de milo statue about one third the size of the original but with ...arms! Cautiously he traced a path between this beautys miniature but perfect breasts, feeling the wamth the sculpturer has given it.

ahh it's beautiful he said to no one in particular but sensing someone behind him he tured around.

 

[ARaynes]

Nina

The books seemed to take forever. Owning three businesses, well only two on the books for the world to see, was a major job. Why wasn't there someone to sweep her off her feet and carry her to his palace where she would spend her days making love to him and holding him close?

She sighed as she set the pen down. Amazingly there was more money coming in every week. It was as if she had the best clientele and they would only bring more. More money, but no shining knight. She thought to herself.

She stood, as the door buzzed and walked out of her office. Reaching the door she found the receptionist letting a man in. He mouthed something, she couldn't quite hear, but the receptionist blushed as she met Nina's eyes.

The man turned as she spoke, "Madame, I believe he is here for the job."

Nina watched him, her eyes not loving, but more quizzicle. He wasn't here for a job, she was certain of that, but what was he here for? That she didn't know.

"Yes, very well then. Come into my office." She guestured for her office and he followed her in. Sitting he crossed her legs, and motioned for him to sit. "I don't believe I have gotten your name, Mr..."

 

[afternooner]

Ramon

Ramon..he said Ramon Laroque.

He bowed discreetly, removing his beret before he sat down squirming a little wondering what to say. Why not the truth he decided. She didn't look like the kind of woman that could be fooled easily.

I'm an artist he began, Ive been painting all the beautiful women who grace your doors. and I must add that if they're your clientel you have exceptional taste. He notices a little frown that tells him not to try to suck up to her but just stick to the facts.

but unfortunately I see them so infrequently that I loose my prospective and leave many of my paintings unfinished. he motions towards his knapsack.

So what I wish from you is permission to paint in this fabulous establishment for just the priviledge, mind you and in return perhaps your guests will become enchanted with my efforts and reward you with some money or other favors. He cleared his throat waiting for her reply.

 

[Horny Hawk]

The door opens slowly and a man about 6 feet 5 walks into the hotel. He slowly walks up to the front desk.

Man: Hi, my name is Dylan, i believe i have an intervue with Mary Ann.

 

[Horny Hawk]

OOC

Dylan is 19 years old, 6'5, 235, with a muscalar build,like a lightweight wrestler. His bio is he grew up in Calgary Canada as an avid wrestling fan. He went to Bret Hart's gym to train to become a wrestler, and graduated, he signed with a small new york city federation and went to the butterfly house to look for a second job. (currently looking for a young new yorker to be his girlfriend)

 

[soliloquy]

Mary Anne

MaryAnne finished up with Jesalynn and had given her the key to her room, she turned around to see Nina talking to a man who definitely didn't seem like The Butterfly House type. It wasn't that he wasn't attractive, it was that he seemed very much like a tortured writer or musician. She left it to Nina. Nina knew what she was doing.

She went to the desk to give the receptionist her clipboard to file Jesalynn's papers. She tried not to show it, but she had a hard time dealing with the blonde-haired, big boobed receptionist. She reminded her of the woman Steve took up with ten years ago. Newly married, and she thought happy, it took a long drunken month to get her life back on track. Thank GOD for Nina.

Nina sat in the chair opposite MaryAnne, talking in a hushed voice: "So I thought, why should men be the only ones to have their fantasies played out without being considered sick, or depraved? Why can't women play out their fantasies too. I think I have a great name for it. The Butterfly House. Isn't that great?" MaryAnne sipped her cola slowly, taking in this information. Why not, indeed? Steve certainly played the boffing the secretary bit up to the last minute. She thought about it before speaking. Very simply put: "I want in, Nina." Nina warned her about the risk they would be taken, as they would be seen as Madames, or pimps. MaryAnne shook her head, "No, Nina. I don't care. If we do this right, it could be good for anyone. And it's about time I took some risks in my life. What do you think about this?..." Nina laid out her newly-formulated idea that would guarantee her a job she would love. Nina smiled, knowing MaryAnne would be an asset to the business. Trustworthy, dedicated, and a wanton woman herself.

The receptionist told her that this hunk of a man at the desk was here for an interview.

"Oh, yes. Dylan Kage, right? Why don't we step into my office."

They stepped into the office and she offered him a seat on the plush velvet couch near her desk. She surprised him by sitting next to him, no papers or files. She crossed her legs, revealing her black-hosed calf through the slit in her otherwise appropriate business suit. She ran her leg up the inside of her calf, and relaxed back on the couch, pushing her breasts forward as she reclined.

"So, tell me, why do you want to be employed at The Butterfly House, Dylan?"

She smiled. She knew this would be a hot one.

 

[Horny Hawk]

Because i need the money to help me pursue my wrestling career. Also so i could meet some New york women. Everyone in Canada says they are wonderful, if you get my drift.

 

[ARaynes]

Nina

She studied the man sitting before her. He thought that she needed money and that his generosity to "paint" her clientele would be a good thing for her.

"You see, Mr. Laroque, money is not an issue to me. I have two businesses that are very profitable. I don't need the money that you may or may not bring to my establishment. I will agree to let you paint my clientelle, for I am sure it will build great esteem to some of them, but I wish to pay you for your services."

She stood, walking to the door and closing it. "You may stay here, as an on call, but you must stay upstaires. These lower floors are for my special guest, not for men. Is this agreed?"

She knew that she was coming off a bit harsh, but she was doing so to make sure that he understood that this was a place of happy clients and only happiness would keep her open. She didn't need some man coming in, only wanting to "fuck" the clientelle.

 

[soliloquy]

MaryAnne

MaryAnne sized up the virile man in front of her quickly. She had learned how to size them up in the years that she had worked here. She knew how to make the ones she wanted want to stay, and knew how to get rid of the unwanted ones. A wrestler, strong, and ambitious. Not afraid to lay out the truth. He didn't need the sweet seduction to accept this job.

Her demeanor quickly changed from cat-like seductress to demanding mistress.

"Stand up, and take off your shirt, Dale, while I explain to you what The Butterfly House really is." She described the sorts of fantasies he might have to act out, no holds barred. If he was shocked, he never showed it. He was obediant...like a big, strong--puppy dog.

She shed her jacket and stepped behind him. "Some women," she said, reaching around to run her nails down his broad, muscled chest and down to the fastening on his pants, "will want to humiliate you. You can handle this, can't you, Dylan?" She snaked her tongue along his ears and her fingers deftly undid his pants.

He wasn't exactly giving in to the sensations, but he wasn't walking out yet. She ran her hand inside his pants and cupped the slowly growing bulge she found. She caressed it, and then grabbed at it roughly. "I didn't hear an answer, Dylan."

 

[Horny Hawk]

Ye, ye yess Dylan replyed stuttering as she continued to unbutton his pants and pull down his plaid boxers to reveal his 9 and a half inch cock, that was already pulsing.

 

[soliloquy]

MaryAnne

"Very, good" Maryanne said, patting his ass and letting go of his hardening cock. She sat in front of him on the couch as she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a pale blue chemise which contained two voluptious breasts. "You do understand, dear Dylan," she spoke with her eyes on his cock rather than his face, "that you will have to push aside your own desires for theirs?"

When he didn't answer, she stopped unbuttoning.

"Yes, I understand," he said quickly. His hands went to his pants--his intention to shed them.

"No, no, no, my wrestler-man. You must learn patience, obedience. Your desires may only be played out if she says that is what she wants." Her shirt was floating off her shoulders, and her hands wer delicately dipping below the waistband of her skirt.

"Take your pants off, Dylan. Show me why I should want to choose YOU for my lover."

Damn, she loved playing the temptress. She had never felt so alive as when she had a great cock, or pussy, performing for her.

 

[Horny Hawk]

Dylan slowly slips off his pants to reveal his nine inch cock. He slowly walks towards her and asks "What would you like, miss?"

 

[afternooner]

Ramon

no you needn't pay me, please I have an inheritance that takes care of me quite well, I only wish to paint. to bring pleasure to beautifull women by bringing out their inner beauty. to enhance their lives with what they see of themselves in my portraits. I will gladly stay up stairs until I'm needed just placet a few of these unfinished pictures around and tell your guests about me ...also tell them that no pictures will leave this place unless they desire to take them with them

 

[soliloquy]

MaryAnne

MaryAnne smiled. Willing, too. She stood up. "I want you to tell me how beautiful I am and what you would like to do to me. And then I want you to strip my clothes from me, and make the world spin."

She always auditioned vaguely, while her training sessions were more specific. She wanted to see what this man possessed before she told him how to make it even better.

She waited for a reply.

 

[Horny Hawk]

He slowly walks towards her and begins kissing her neck whispering in her ear, you are very sexy, i would love to fuck your beautiful pussy and feel my cum shoot into your nice tight ass. He sits down next to her and begins to slip off her shirt, and then he asks in his sexy canadian accent, "Is it okay to continue?" She nods, thats what i asked for, right?

He starts to kiss her gently on the lips and then he moves down to her neck, as he does this he slips off her bra and moves his head down to her huge breast. He plants a kiss on the nipple and begins sucking it. He stops and moves to her other one, and she moans with delight. He kisses he stomach lightly and moves down to her lower stomach. He kisses her and begins blowing in her belly button. He moves down to her skirt and he slowly slides it down and off her legs. He pulls down her pantyhose, to reveal black laced panties. He moved up to them and slowly kissed her pussy lips. He pulls the panties down and off her legs to reveal a hot clean shaven pussy. He runs his finger over her already wet pussy lips and then pulls her head closer and starts kissing her pussy. He starts licing the lips and playing with her clit. He continues to do this and she moans in delight.

He kisses her on the lips and says "I wanna fuck you so bad, you dirty bitch!"

He slowly kisses her again and begins to slip his large cock into her wet vagina. He breaks out of the kiss and stares into her eyes waiting for an objection.

 

[gystex]

New Guest - Tiffany Royce

OOC: The rest of the post will be IC. I will now introduce my character, Tiffany Royce.


IC: I'm really kind of nervous about this.

I've always known I'm a lesbian - since the first time I ever felt any sexual stirrings, they've had to do with other women. The thing is, I'll never really be able to be true to my nature. See, my parents are representative of some of New York's finest old money - they hang out with the Rockefellers, the Fords, the Kennedys. I'm an only child, and as such, the sole heir to a vast fortune. My life has been planned out from moment one, and it involves being an Upstanding Member of Society, not a dyke.

But the rich have nothing if not their secrets. I stumbled across something astounding in my mother's personal papers the other day (yeah, I was snooping. So sue me, I could settle for a million dollars and it wouldn't make a dent in my inheritance). Anyway, what I found didn't seem important at first, just a phone number with the name "Butterfly House" written on it. I figured it was a restaurant. I got quite a shock when I called the number and found out what sort of business it really was!

It took a while, but I finally realized that this was my hope. Let them marry me off, let them plan my life. If I could have this escape, then it wouldn't matter.

I vowed to visit on my eighteenth birthday, and finally live the dream that ruled my every waking moment - to make love to a woman...

I arrived at the specified address in a rented car - any of my parents' cars might have been recognized - and made my way up the steps into the lobby. Once there, my courage faltered - I was uncertain what to do next, and had to fight hard against a sudden urge to run.

 

[ARaynes]

Nina

"Very well then. I will have the receptionist show you to your room and then put your paintings out. I do ask that the paintings not leave, for the clients of the Butterfly house ask for secrecy. I am glad to see that you will comply by that."

She stood and again went to the door, "One more thing. What you see in the heart of the Butterfly, shall never leave. Is that understood?"

She watched him nod and then opened the door. Walking to the receptionist she noticed the young girl at the desk. You must be my 6:30 appointment." she said to her and smiled, "Please let me handle this and then I will attend to you."

She told the receptionist to put Ramon in a room on the fourth floor and then to put his painting out with a card of the Butterfly House on it. That way the clients knew to contact Nina.

Turning back to the young girl, she guestured to her office. "Shall we?" She asked, before walking to her office and shutting the door behind the girl. "Please, have a seat. May I get you something to drink? Then you can tell me what brings you to the Butterfly."

 

[gystex]

Tiffany Royce

Tiffany took in the office at a glance. She'd been around in society enough to know the difference between decorating to show wealth and decorating to show taste - this office was a definite example of the latter. It alleviated a lot of Tiffany's nervousness that she had found a place with genuine class rather than a brothel.

"This is... a little awkward for me," Tiffany began. "You see, I've never been to anyplace like this, and I don't really kow what's expected of me, so I guess I'll just tell you what I was hoping. I, um, like girls."

Tiffany waited to see if ths would get a reaction. When it didn't, she continued.

"I've always wanted to be... intimate... with another woman, but I've never been bold enough to take the initiative, because of what it might do to my social standing - and, frankly, my parents would probably disown me. So I came here. I just want to set up something confidential. And... I have a fantasy..."

Tiffany took a deep breath, and plunged ahead.

"I'm a little embarrassed about this, but I've always imagined what it might be like to dress up in leather and lace, with lots of makeup, like a porn star or... a slut." Tiffany had to whisper the last word - years of social training made it almost impossible to say. "Then, another woman would find me irresistable, and would want to... fuck me." Again, she almost couldn't get the word out.

"I can't do it in real life," Tiffany said. "Can you make it happen for me? I would understand if you coudn't do it right now, if I had to make an appointment or something."

 

[rick_j21]

Ian

OOC: Hi I will introduce my character and let you guys know that I will try my best to post enough to keep my character's story lines going as need be.

IC: Ian is a tall dark European male. He spends much of his time concerned with his body and is one of what Nina calls her "CP's" which of course stands for client pleasurers. He stands roughly 6 feet tall and is thin but muscular. His dark eyes and jet black hair that is always styled perfectly helps him stand out. He is young but knows what he is doing. He has a very outgoing personality and is rumored to have knowledge of how to work his cock. Many men have "big" cocks but not many men have knowledge of how to use their cocks and this does in fact aid his job at the Butterfly House. Most of the time Ian spends sitting at the large cherry wood desk outside of Nina's office keeping her records and making contacts with customers.

Ian is sitting at the desk filing through a large photograph book. The book is the list of clients that use the Butterfly House. Each new member is requested to give both fully clothed as well as nude photos to the book as well as a small bio of what their fantasies are. As much as Ian likes working for Nina he has a secret desire for one of the clients and yet he has never acted on this. Somehow her profile is memorized and he knows every curve of her body but has never so much as seen her in The Butterfly House. As the appointment goes into Nina's office he turns his attention back to the computer screen. Working on the monthly Butterfly House newsletter.