The Doll House (Open for All)

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The Doll House is a brothel house for only the richest. It is located in Paris, France where all sorts of sin lives. It is a very large old fashion Victorian house. However, it is the safest place to go to find yourself a playmate. The Doll House has close connections to those in authority so no laws can be broken within the Doll House. The Doll House works to make any fantasy come true. The Doll House is almost like a hotel with it’s pools and such. However it’s far from any hotel you have been to. The Doll House is owned by Mistress DeRoux who keeps all the playmates in order. Each playmate has their own room. Good at their own thing. Playmates can be male or female. Members of the Doll House pay a hefty fee before joining but they never regret it after. So welcome to the house of sin, come in and play.

OOC: So, this is open to anyone. You can either be a Playmate or a client. There is also an opening for someone to play Mistress DeRoux but no one has to. Just letting everyone know the possibilities. So enjoy! ^^

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Character Bio:
Name: Kitten
Age: Unknown
Job: Playmate
Likes: To tease and play.
Loves: Milk. (Teehee *Wink* )
Dislikes: Mean people
Specializes: In everything.


Kitten sat upon the large swing that was connected to the ceiling above in the large living room. It looked more like a circus place than anything else. But then again everything in the Doll House was over the top. The livingroom is where members (clients) sit and wait for their Playmate to come and do whatever fantasy they want. Today Kitten was sitting on the swing, entaining herself and some of the guests as she swung back and forth. Kitten was a petite little beauty only five feet however she did have a curvy hourglass form for a little one. She was 18 and it showed upon her youthful face. Kitten had long blonde hair, it was so soft and shiny. With it were her icy blue eyes that really stood out. She looked so youthful and curvaceous. Her complexion was a nice fair color that suited her so. Kitten was wearing a pink dress that clung to her pink baby doll dress that really gripped her breasts and then flared out. With it she wore matching pink panties and ballerina heels. She looked so sweet and innocent. How far was she from that. She continued to swing back and forth humming. Everyone below her got to see her panties. She then lifted a leg up and then put it down, lifting another leg. She was just so beautiful on the swing. In the room was the front desk, there was where you order your playmate.
 
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Name- Riza
Age- 18
Job- Playmate
Likes- Her job at being a playmate in the doll-house, she also enjoys picking out a few of the doll-house's more interresting clients, the ones that seem to have some of the more erotic and darker to fill fantisies.
Loves- The feeling of being a submissive, when her clients tend to have a somewhat suave and seductive air about them, dirty gentlemen ;)
Dislikes- Critisizm on her likes considering she tends to stick with the darker side of the business that the doll-house provides.
Specializes in- The darker pleasures of the doll-house

OCC: Is this alright?
 
Lick_My_Kitty said:
Name- Riza
Age- 18
Job- Playmate
Likes- Her job at being a playmate in the doll-house, she also enjoys picking out a few of the doll-house's more interresting clients, the ones that seem to have some of the more erotic and darker to fill fantisies.
Loves- The feeling of being a submissive, when her clients tend to have a somewhat suave and seductive air about them, dirty gentlemen ;)
Dislikes- Critisizm on her likes considering she tends to stick with the darker side of the business that the doll-house provides.
Specializes in- The darker pleasures of the doll-house

OCC: Is this alright?

OOC: Perfect. ^^
 
OOC: Alrighty, thank you <3

She let a soft sigh pass her lips as she sat in the silence of the parlor. Her figure was streatched out across the couch, her long black hair casscading down from the arm of the couch. Her head rested on the other side of the arm, and her hands were placed in front of her chest, her fingertips toying lightly with the tastles that hung from the cussions that she laid upon.

"Hm...." She sighed, sitting up a bit, her long black hair falling from the arm of the chair, to fall over her shoulder, fanning out across the exposed skin of her chest through the dark red corset she wore.

It had been a slow day so far, and as of now, she was starting to ponder the idea of headding back to her room.
 
Looking to Riza Kitten giggled. "Are you not having fun?" She asked softly in her sweet bubbly tone. Kitten was the playful one. But she could be serious, her ability to be that made her, her. She continued to swing back and forth, leaning back. Slowly tilting her head back to look at Riza. "Someone will come and want a bite of that poison apple you offer." Kitten smiled and slowly she moved back completely so she was upside down. Her panties fully flashed as her legs stayed hooked around the pole as she continued to swing back and forth.
 
A sly smile snaked along Riza's lips as Kitten talked. She and Kitten had been here for quite some time and she was about the only playmate that had gotten to know Riza as she had. To be very honest, she had her about figured out. As Riza enjoyed the darker side of the Doll-houses pleasures, Kitty seemed to be her oposite. She wasn't quite as self reserved as Riza and often was quite open to most of the Doll-houses guests. "I suppose..." Riza said in a soft tone, though it was flat and exadgerated her boredom. "Though when he come's is still in question..."
 
Kitten loved how Riza was the reserved one. It just showed how the Doll House had such a variety of treats. Kitten purred and moved her hands up to the bar and unlocked her legs around the bar. She then slowed the swing until it finally stopped above the pedestal. She placed her dainty feet on it before she opened the gate around the pedestal and went down the short steps until she was on ground finally. Usually she could just fall and someone catch her but no one was awke yet. Smiling she went over to Riza and sat upon the woman's lap. "Aww, you look to bored. You might fall asleep, oui?" She tilted her head to the side a playful smile on her lips. "Shall I stay and keep you warm until your Master comes to tame you." She said sweetly giggling some. "He will come...soon." She nodded. Slowly she stood up and walked over to one of the seats in the room. She sat there looking like a ballerina, she always had that look. Whether she dressed in darker clothes or in brighter clothes, she took her ballerina heels with her. She may have been short but she had legs. Now she sat upon a chair looking all bored, a slight pout forming upon her lips.
 
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OOC:

Name: Anton Cernescu
Age: Unknown
Likes: Multiple female partners, unusual clothing and big tits.
Loves: Women who don't ask questions, but aren't strict submissives.
Dislikes: Nobody's sure.

IC:

Anton strode into the Doll House as if he owned the place, sharp green eyes darting around the place. He walked slowly around the lobby as if prowling - he always acted like this, appearing somewhat predatory and paranoid at the same time. It suited him well, since his shoulder-length black hair, sharp Eastern European features and dark clothing made him look like a suave predator. The occasional rumor flew around the Doll House that he was a vampire, but nobody really believed it. He was loaded in all the ways that counted, though - he was the only person to join the Doll House by paying in cash. As if those qualities weren't good enough, he also spoke with a slightly chilling accent, just to top off the exotic image.

He paced up to the woman in charge for the night and said in a low, growling tone, "So, who's on tap for this evening? It's been a good night at the track and I'm looking to celebrate."
 
Kitten sat in her seat however she perked up when she heard someone walk in. Sitting there she raised a brow to him. "Mr. Anton, I see you've come to play." She noted his clothes and smiled. "But you look like the perfect poision apple for Riza. But then again, it depends on what you are looking for. Something sweet or something...not as sweet. Or should I be asking you..." She slowly got up and made her way to the front desk taking out the large book of desires. Anyone who joined had their own chapter in the book and their desires and wishes were always recorded. "What is your desire today?" She asked bending over slightly revealing her breasts. She decided she would work the front desk since everyone else was busy.
 
Anton

"I have many desires," he said in that peculiarly cut-glass accent of his, eyeing Kitten closely. "I may decide that I want to taste the poison apple in that chair later," he gestured towards Riza for emphasis. Then he put both hands on the desk and leaned forward so that his face was next to Kitten's right ear. The wooden desk creaked slightly as he gripped it and said in a low, growling tone, "But for the time being I want to stain some innocence. What do you say?" As if he really wants to hear the reply "No".
 
Kitten got that answer quite often, usually this was when she cleared up the whole thing by saying they only perform one fantasy. But Mr. Anton was a different guest. A special guest, or so she was told. She never dealt with him. He was the rough kind and she was the gentle kind. Somehow she didn't see them mixing well. She paused as she heard the wood creak making her bit her lip in worry. Hearing his question she thought about how to go about it. She placed her hands on the side of the desk and started to lean forward. "Since I am the only one here to take care of you I should say yes. But because I am the only one here, I will say no. I hear what you do. I see the marks left on girls. You're a wolf."
 
Anton

"All lies," he says in a low, but cleaner, voice. It's the sort of baritone that movies associate with castles and deep chasms. "I'm hardly the beast they say I am." He relaxes so that the wood stops creaking. "Though I could easily play the Big Bad Wolf and eat Little Red Riding Hood," he notes offhandedly, raising one eyebrow in a devilish expression of perverse glee.
 
She raised a brow as she listened to him. "I'm very sure you could easily play the big bad wolf." She wasn't sure how that was going to go. It wasn't like she could really say no. She did work here as a Playmate. She looked to him bringing her face close to his. "You sure you want innocence?" She said with a playful smile. She really was the sweet one, but bold as well when she needed to be. She slowly moved her lips to his neck, kissing it. As she kissed it her lips parted so she could suckle on it. But that was not all, she nipped him rather hard where she suckled. She pulled back looking into his eyes. "Too much sugar might kill you." She warned.
 
Anton

The man in dark clothes hisses as Kitten pulls back. He presses two fingertips to his neck, checking to see if he's bleeding or not. Satisfied that he's not in immediate trouble, he smiles a coldly seductive smile. "Yes, but you've got plenty of spice in you as well." He leaves that one hanging for a long moment, then adds, "I'm sure that I want innocence now - just change the ballerina costume for your little red outfit." Anton raises one hand and traces the outline of Kitten's jaw with his fingertips, caressing her cheek and lower lip.
 
Kitten smiles contently as he checks to see if he is bleeding. Though he seemed rather calm about everything so she stayed calm as well. Only smirking when he told her she had spice, she just nodded with that smirk. Usually people found that out in bed, not before. Before they thought she was cute and sweet but in bed they found out just how spicy she was. She feels his hand move to trace the outline of her jaw moving to caress her cheek until he finds her lower lip. Her tongue pokes out and she licks his fingertips. "Then you would be asking for spice rather than sugar, Mr. Anton. But it is your desire, your world. I am just playing in it." She nips his finger, but gently this time. She then turned moving away from him. She grabbed a room key and handed it to him. "This is your room. Can I have your membership card please?"
 
Anton

His fingers brush lightly against Kitten's hair when she turns away, then fall back to the edge of the desk. As she takes the key off of its hook he glances down at Kitten's long blonde hair and rounded ass, smiling for a short moment and only to himself. Once she turns around he's back to business, holding out his membership card with the gold embossed lettering with one hand while he takes the key with the other. His strong fingers brush against Kitten's as he nods. "Certainly. I will be waiting for you in the room. Come in as though you were walking through a dark forest alone."
 
She could feel his hands go through her long hair. She didn't understand how alluring her hair could be at times. As she turns around she looks to him, not knowing that he was looking at her rounded ass, or anything like that. She took his card and gave him the key. Shivers went down her spine as his strong fingers brushed against her delicate ones. However hearing his statement she raised a brow. "Dark forest alone? Said the tiger to it's prey." She mumbled before she nodded, still worried about being alone with him. She heard stories, he was usually the talk of the house. She was grateful for not dealing with him, but here she was. First, she needed a red dress.

After slipping his membership card through the card slot and filling out the information she set it in his box before going to her real room. She went in there and found a red dress it was a v-cut halter dress, the only red dress she owned, that clung to her form and really showed off her curves. Her large breasts just seemed bigger and they seemed like they would pop out of the dress. She grumbled a little about it before she slowly switched her heels to red ones. She then sighed as she left the room, leaving her long blonde hair down. Slowly she made her way up to his room, before opening the door she took in a breath.

As she walked in she slowly looked around the room, she did seem very nervous like one would be if walking into a dark forest alone. As she closed the door behind her, her breathing became a bit more rapid. This was the first time she was alone with him, she wondered if she should run out now...in fear.
 
Anton

The electric lights were turned low in the room, which combined with the dark Gothic-carved woodwork and expansive room gave it a somewhat creepy look. The fire burning in the massive fireplace helped, though - at least it gave off some kind of light. Then Kitten heard heavy breathing off to her left as the door closed. "Well, well. Little Red Riding Hood. I told you what would happen to you if you came wandering through here again alone."

Something moved out at the corner of Kitten's eye. It was Anton, though his jacket was somewhere else and his shirt was unbuttoned. He walked like a wolf might, stepping carefully and silently, bent over somewhat at the waist. The only sounds he made were his breath and his words. In the firelight he exuded raw animal sex appeal - what was purely intimidating and fearful outside now carried a delicious edge. He slowly circled in on Kitten, letting her see him in the firelight and electric light. Long black hair gleamed as he came to a stop over Kitten's left shoulder, warm breath on the back of her neck as his arms encircled her waist. "I'm sure you'll taste delicious," he whispered, kissing down her neck to her bare shoulder.
 
Kitten felt like she fell into a trap as she looked around the room. The goth scene she could do, depending on the person. But this, this room caused chills to go down her spine. However, his breathing caused her whole body to quiver. She looked over to where she heard the voice. She could not see anything. Biting her lip she looked around, her heart beating faster as she took a step forward. She then saw something from the corner of her eye, looking over she saw him, Anton. Oh he looked like a wolf ready for its prey. Her heart continued to beat rather quickly, she watched him circle in on her, slowly she moved away as he neared.

Her eyes widen as he stopped at her left shoulder, feeling his warm breath on her back of her neck caused her to bite her lip, refusing to make a sound. It wasn't until his strong arms wrapped around her waist did she make a sound. She squealed and jumped a bit not expecting him to hold her. But by jumping and moving she only fell into his arms more. "Oh...you do not look like granny at all. How are you here? The strong hunter killed you." She said so sweetly really surprised not acting. When his lips touched her neck, she sighed contently, closing her eyes as she listened to him. "I will scream...and my hunter will come to rescue me like he has once before. You should be worried wolf..." Trying to act brave but really her heart was beating quickly.
 
The dark-haired man chuckles softly, a sound both reassuring and somehow nerve-tingling at the same time. "Don't worry about him. It's just you and me, Little Red Riding Hood," he says, kissing Kitten's other shoulder now. His bare chest rubbed against Kitten's hair and back as he held her close. His left hand held itself snugly against her waist as his right rose slowly up her body. The fire sizzled and popped behind its wrought iron break as the tall man slowly guided Little Red Riding Hood over towards the thick plush rug in front of it.

This much closer to the fire, the flickering fire emphasized the outline of Anton's muscles and body in shadow and light. He leaned in over Kitten's shoulder, his right hand coming up to gently take her head in his hand and turn it to the left. He kissed her fiercely on the mouth, his tongue going in search of her as he held her close. As he did his left hand rose to her right breast, keeping control of her as he caressed the top of her tit.
 
Kitten heard his chuckle causing shivers to go down her spine again. She felt comfort yet at the same time jumpy. "That makes me worry. Wolves are just clever...but always evil." She nodded but her eyes closed as she felt him kissing her other shoulder. She squirmed a bit in his arms as he held her close. She would jumpy when the fire sizzled and popped. She felt excited, this could be told by her harden nipples. She bit her lip as he guided her to the plush rug. Her eyes looking to the fire that was so dangerous and alluring. Anton was like fire. He caused passion to form but he was very dangerous. Now here she was his Little Red Ridding Hood and her Big Bad Wolf.

She felt his hand take her head, causing her to look to him. She squealed into his mouth as their lips meeted in a kiss. This was not a loving, gentle kiss. It was a hot passion kiss that was forcing her mouth open. She moaned against his lip as she pressed her body more into him. Her moaned caused her lips to part and her tongue to be free. His hand she felt on her right breast, her back arching as she moaned at his touch. This wolf was setting her on fire and causing her to melt. She was getting weak in the knees from him. She quickly pulled back from the kiss and panted slightly. "Oh..." She looked to him with wide eyes, really getting into the role. She was innocence and he wasn't. "I promise not to go this way anymore...if...if...you let me go." Her body didn't want that but she remembered to stay in role.
 
Long, strong fingers slid down the front of the red dress and lifted Kitten's tits out one after the other. The dark man's left hand closed over her right breast, taking a handful of soft flesh and twisting it to the right. Her hard nipple pressed into the palm of his hand and he smiled a rather predatorial smile. He'd known she'd come around to this, once she'd experienced what he'd had in mind.

As she was moaning he leaned in to whisper into her ear. "Now, what would be the benefit of that?" He breathed warm breath on her ear and her neck as he brushed his lips down the side of her neck. His right hand traced her neck and her long blonde hair as he stepped up against her. She felt the hard bulge in his trousers rub up against her ass while he turned her head to face him again and kissed her heavily on the mouth. Now his right hand slid down her side and under the hem of her dress, fingertips brushing any panties aside and caressing the exterior of her pussy. "You've come down my road, Little Red Riding Hood. I wonder if you'll want to leave again," he said in between fierce kisses, his voice low and throaty.
 
She felt his strong fingers moved to the front of her red dress. She closed her eyes as she could feel her large breasts coming free from the material that was keeping in confined. One of her large soft breast was in his left hand, moaning as he teased her breast by twisting it to the right. She felt like she was in a trap and she was not going to get out. He had her by the breast and she was not running away now. She stayed in his arms, panting slightly.

She bit down on her bottom lip as his warm breath went to her ear as he spoke to her until he moved his mouth to her neck. She could feel his lips and hand exploring her body. She really did feel like his prey. She could feel the bulge in his trousers, she pressed her sweet rounded ass against his member, rubbing it hard and teasingly. She could feel his lips hard against her own. She licked his lips and kisses him back deeply. But as she kissed him she felt his hand slide down under the hem of her dress. Until his hand reached her panties where he moved them aside so he could touch the pure flesh of her pussy. She was smooth and wet. Her eyes closing as she panted slightly.

"You are a drug, dear wolf. If I let you have me, if I take a bite of you, I will get lost in you. I will never want to leave and stay on your lustful road." She then pulled back and turned to face him panting. "But granny wouldn't want her little girl to be bad. Do you honestly think you can break a good girl and make her bad? That maybe this good girl can tame you." She reached over and ran her hand down his chest, feeling his hardness. He was made of stone. She was soft while he was hard.
 
He groaned softly as she rubbed against his trousers, grinding his covered member into her ass. His fingers toyed with her pussy for a few long seconds, then she turned. As she did his fingers slipped from where they'd been exploring her. Her breasts bounced free of her dress, glorious mounds of soft flesh and white skin with delicate pink nipples. His fingers slid out of her cunt as well, causing a stray droplet of female juices to trickle down the inside of her left leg. He licked his fingers clean and smiled, a carnal smile that communicated lust very well.

He exhaled heavily as she brushed her fingers down his chest. He reached out with both hands, one still damp from where he'd licked her pussy juice off, and took hold of her breasts. He kneaded them slowly, rubbing the hard nipples against his palms. "I don't know," Anton said eventually, breathing hard in mid-word, "if I can turn a good girl bad. But I do know that I vowed to eat you, and I will." In a quick series of motions he circled his arms around Kitten's waist, picked her up, and laid her down on her back on the plush carpet. That probably would have been disorienting and frightening except that the end move was Anton's dark-haired head disappearing under Kitten's red skirt. She felt her wet panties being moved to the side of her clit as warm breath and a hot tongue caressed the exterior of her pussy. His fingers slid up the insides of her thighs, brushing the sensitive skin as they sought out her wet clit. She felt two fingers and his tongue inside her, probing for her G-spot amid a rising tide of girlcum.

OOC: This is my last post for the night. See you tomorrow!
 
Hearing his groan she gasped, just the sound of his voice sent shivers down her spine. Now she could feel her breasts bouncing as she moved to face him. She could feel her juices drip on her thigh as his hand was removed from her sweet pussy. She was a delicate little thing but she did have nice breasts. Kitten watched carefully as he licked his fingers clean, it just made her blush to know he was tasting her. Licking her indirectly. But she knew as much as she was reacting to him he was reacting to her. Her hand on his chest, stroking it feeling him exhale. But as she did that his strong hands found her delicate breasts. She moaned and arched her back, eyes fluttering some as he teased her by toying with them. Her hand gently pressed her nails against his chest.

Hearing his words she stood there looking a bit confused that was when as felt him quickly circle his arms around her, picking her up causing her to squeal loudly. She then found her back against the soft blush carpet, she let out another loud squeal, if someone was outside listening they would think she was being attacked or something. The next thing she felt was warm breath on her pleasure bud. Her eyes widen as she laid there. She moaned and closed her eyes as his tongue caressed her smooth exterior. She could feel his expert touch on her pussy looking for her g-spot making her open her eyes. Her hand reaching down to run her fingers through his long dark hair, moaning in delight. "Oh! Mmm! I...hate you...Because this feels so Oh!" She yelled the 'Oh' quite loudly as she laid there. Her body squirming against the plush carpet, she just felt like she really was in the forest. Hot fire. Them on the ground.

She arched her back and moved her legs up causing the skirt of her dress to go up revealing her so. She closed her eyes and just felt. "Horrible wolf." She said with a slight smile. She loved the feel of his hair through her fingers as she laid on the floor before him. Her body for him to take like the animal he was. "We must not tell Granny of this."
 
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