it would have to be another time when I don't have to go soon

jumping hearing the sound of whip on bare flesh
nostrils flare in fear eyes rolling

#r-backroo

I am a very private person, you would need to invite me into a private room really, for me to listen to your fantasies I guess.

*nods*

going

Why don't you just suck me hard while I lie on my back and then you can ride me.

as with the other I place sturdy leather cuffs around your wrists and upper arms, between elbow and biceps
Ordering to grab each elbow with the opposite hand and then locking the cuffs together
forcing you to kneel and replacing the steel ring with a high stiff leather posture collar, the same kind eureka is wearing
Then letting you get up again

*takes the money*

click on party room.....right?

MMmhhh....I think you would fit the bill, and I have no intent of riding into the Sunset or anything....*looks at you...*

I like adventure in more dark places...

Hands you a benjamin.....

Lol snickers

OK, as long as I get off inside you. Alright?

in such a public place?

You can strip anyway, if you like.

He lifts His glass as well.

That they do. And I'll send her a thank you card tomorrow for that.

He grins as He takes another drink. Seems they have a mutual problem keeping their eyes high enough.

Though His gaze is torn as a loud group of young adults come through the front door, clearly already having a good time. It's not long before they start filling in at the bar, calling for shots and pitchers.

I'll be forever grateful, My lady.

He glances at the group again and casually stands, slowly moving to take up the other side of her where He remains standing. But leaning against the bar.

A buffer, of sorts.

Sean, another round, when you get a second?

He knows the bartenders are about to have their hands full. Better to get those drinks now than wait until the party crowd is really going hard core.

Seems it's about to get a little busier here.

Not that He minds. His whole evening has turned around, even getting His original plans cancelled last minute. Besides, standing this close to her, He can catch the faintest hint of her perfume as the drafts change with the opening and closing of the doors.

chuckles

I'm sure several young actresses wouldn't mind being taken away on your bike to who knows where?

*gets a message*

won't be long with me... so how about $100 for a quickie?

whimpers 'n..no sorry I dont know your name' feels the stinging slap of the riding crop on her bare thigh geting to her feet and facing the wall

puts her hands nervously behind her back

Well, let's get started!

How much for your pleasure, today?

OOC Lounge
The familiar chime of a new message on my phone and the instinctual urge to reach for it. But before I can dig the device out of my pocket there's the vibration of a second message... and then a third. A smile plays upon my lips as I consider what that might mean. A surge of shared intrigue, or the urgency of a more singular desire?

In either case, those chimes have me delaying a response. Instead I leave the phone on the table and walk into the backroom where a pleasantly stocked bar awaits. There I crack open a bottle of a long-denied vice and pour a mouthful. A lingered moment, a savored taste, then a more substantial offering filled the glass. Drink in hand I returned to the couch and pulled the phone into my free hand. Thumb swiped across the screen and took in the messages.... and, after a few moments, began to tap our a response