Glorious Escapism Roleplay

Toutaku · Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 12:25 am Post subject: The Bordello

[Remy Delacroix sat in the comfortable barstool, nursing his second Cuba Libre. The worn hardwood of the stage before him was empty, the dancing pole to his immediate left bare, but the show for the night was mere moments away from beginning.

It was the summer of 1948, and there wasn't a place quite the same as The Amber Rose Gentleman's Club and Bar. The women were gorgeous, the shows beyond racy, and the liquor was good quality and affordable. Patting a passing serving girl on her curvaceous backside, he tipped back on his stool and stretched his legs out. From his pointed gatorskin boots to his deep red linen suit, Remy had made sure he looked his finest. Why not look like the well-mannered (very true) wealthy (debatable) playboy (aspiring) you were?

Brushing his burnt blonde hair from his eyes, he sipped his drink and waited for the sow to begin.]
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LenLenWearsBlue · Joined: 18 Mar 2011 Posts: 1059 Location: Under your bed.

[Carmen Courville, the newest serving girl at The Amber Rose, flinched as she felt a rough hand groping at her backside. Some would argue that two months of working at a joint like this, no matter how respectable it was (or at least that's what she'd told her family), would be more than enough time for a pretty young girl to adjust to such contact, but Carmen had always been a little slow. At least she didn't drop the trays any more.

Self conscious, she used her free hand to tug at her skirt - if it could honestly be called that - so that it covered the tops of her hold-ups once more, before she glanced back at the person she'd mentally pinned the groping onto. A rather smug-looking man, blonde hair poking out from under his red fedora. His gaze, she noticed, was fixated on her backside.
"Spiffy." She muttered under her breath, the sudden loud roar of a trumpet tearing her gaze away from Mr. Spiffy. A faint smile spread across her red-painted lips as she watched a troupe of girls, clad in tassled column dresses with their uniform bobs, as they hoofed their way onto the stage, her eyes falling upon one in particular - a gal in her 30s, wearing shades and a scarf, known affectionately by her stage name - Elsie Smiles. The industry assumed this was because of the "happy endings", but Elsie rarely had a private client who didn't run away screaming when she took her trademark accessories off.

Setting her tray down on the edge of the bar, Carmen grinned openly as watched the girls on-stage, hoping that one day that could be her up there. The trumpets began wailing the famous part of The Charleston, and the young lady's hip-swaying turned into full-on dancing, as she playfully side-stepped...
... Right into Mr. Spiffy's glass of giggle water.

"G-Golly!" She laughed nervously, her cheeks burning as she peeked down her (mostly on-show) cleavage, extracting a lace napkin from the depths of her silk bra. Silently, she cursed the lack of pockets her uniform provided. Avoiding eye-contact - something admittedly difficult, due to the stranger's most unusual green eyes - Carmen felt the stinging blush in her cheeks growing even more as she bent over his knee to dab at the mess on his suit. The cold, stale air rushed up her skirt, a sign that the little white ruffled pants she'd hurriedly slung on that morning were most definitely on display. She hoped he'd at least tip her for this.]

Toutaku · Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 10:39 am Post subject:

[Now, at the best of times Remy was a polite, smooth and suave Creole Gentlemen. He could be a bit of a sleaze at times, but the establishment was the perfect place to let such urges out, non? What this boiled down to, you see, was that he held no ill will whatsoever for the pretty young serving girl spilling his drink. Not even on him. Suits could be cleaned and the replacement drink would surely be free, so where was the problem? Remy's problem stemmed from the fact that he now had the more than testing combination of a beautiful peek of silken underwear, and the supple flesh of her bust rubbing against his most sensitive of appendages.

In short, Remy couldn't be held responsible for his actions in such a situation. Creole Gentleman or no, this was too perfect a situation to pass up.

"Now, don't you worry about that, Chére." Remy's thick french-Cajun accent betrayed his nationality, as if the boots weren't clue enough. "You jus' be gettin' me another one of them drinks, non? We'll call it even."

He accentuated the request with another gentle slap of her bottom, this time taking the time to steal a squeeze of the tender flesh.

Her surprised and ever-so-slightly annoyed squeak was music to his ears.]
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LenLenWearsBlue · Joined: 18 Mar 2011 Posts: 1059 Location: Under your bed.

[The sharp smack as the stranger's hand connected with her tender rump made Carmen shoot upright, eliciting a chuckle from a few nearby gentlemen.
"Now, listen here, Mr. Sp-- Sir" The young woman corrected herself, visibly flustered as she fiddled with the floaty hem of her skirt, trying to regain what little decency a lady working in this place could have. "You're new around these parts, so I'll let'cha off this time, but if you're looking for that kinda thing you might have more luck with one of those gals".
She nodded towards the girls on stage, who'd now removed their dresses and were continuing their routine in their hold-ups and lacy, strapless garments.

Carmen looked the suave, suit-clad gentleman up and down once more before turning sharply on her heels.
"I'll get'cha another drink."

As she sauntered back behind the bar, Carmen's fingers still twiddled with the back of her skirt, the red colour staining her cheeks slowly dissipating. She kept glancing behind her now and again as she prepared the drink, self-conscious. It wasn't often a customer jarred her like this. She wondered just what it was about Mr. Spiffy. The club must've seen tens - maybe even hundreds - of greaseballs per month, clad in their fancy suits, all ordering Cuba Libres. She thought on it as she carried the tall glass back over to him (although she didn't think too hard, lest she drop everything again), shooting him a little uncertain glance as she bent over to rest the drink on the bar.
"Here y'go, sir," She stumbled through the regular formalities, tugging at the collar of her shirt in an attempt to conceal her cleavage. "One Cuba Libre. How're you enjoying the show?"

Toutaku · Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 1:22 pm Post subject:

[Admiring the girl's reactions, not to mention her rear, Remy sighed and waited for his drink. Thanking her when it arrived, he slowly considered her question.

"They're good, les danseurs. Ain't nothin' like this back where I'm from, child. It's certainly a... How you'd say... Learnin' experience." He sipped the rum, toying with the small gold coin hung round his neck.

"So, Chére, how 'bout you? Been here long?"

He lifted the corners of his mouth into a small, cheeky smile, and looked into her eyes. She was obviously new, and Remy cared to get to know her a little better. Her futile attempts to hide her cleavage only fuelled his interest.

Placing a hand on her waist, he sat her down on the stool next to him, and briefly laid a hand on her knee, hoping to appear flirtatious without being pushy. As she replied, he once again brought the drink to his lips.]
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LenLenWearsBlue · Joined: 18 Mar 2011 Posts: 1059 Location: Under your bed.

[Carmen continued to eye the unusual man as she thought her response over, deciding not to comment on the physical contact.
"I've been here a couple'a months." She replied, still antsy. "I met a gal called Elsie, she said she could get me a job. It wasn't quite what I expected when I was told I'd be workin' at a respectable joint, but I s'pose work is work."

She smiled softly, glancing quickly around the room to make sure the other serving girls had everything under control.
"Now, speaking of work, I'm s'posed to be paying attention to the other customers, but what about you?" She crossed her legs as she leant against the bar, her skirt hitching up enough to show the patterned tops of her stockings. "You talk kinda funny, you don't sound like you're from around here."]

Toutaku · Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 9:06 pm Post subject:

["I'm from down south, chére. A small town down Georgia way. An uncle o' mine passed on recently and left me a little spendin' money. Thought I'd come on and enjoy myself in the company of fine liquor and beautiful women." He smiled his wry smile as he said the last part, and drained his glass. She really was adorable. Those legs were helping her, too.

"How's about you join me in a little drink, child. You can't be affordin' to be so stiff around the patrons. Loosen up and have a little fun with Remy."

Not giving her a chance to respond, he waved the barkeep over and ordered two straight shots of the bar's finest dark rum. They were delivered promptly, not giving the tempting serving girl much of a chance to object. Remy put the glass in her hand and raised his own.

"bonne chance, mon chérie!" He cheered, downing the fiery liquid in one.]
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LenLenWearsBlue · Joined: 18 Mar 2011 Posts: 1059 Location: Under your bed.

["I sure hope you're gonna tip me for this." Carmen grumbled as she lifted the little glass beneath her nose, sniffing the fierce liquid briefly before she put it to her lips, spluttering as it singed her throat. Even as a Southern girl, she still struggled to hold her drink sometimes.

"Georgia, huh?" She didn't hesitate to continue their previous conversation. "I don't know much about Georgia." In all honesty, she thought to herself, she didn't know much about anywhere that wasn't in South Carolina.
"Y'all must be pretty ritzy out there." She chuckled softly, a coy glint in her eye as she scanned his form from the lightly tousled hair all the way down to his pointed boots. He was rather handsome, in comparison to the disheveled slobs she'd grown accustomed to.

Wordlessly she tore her gaze away from him whilst awaiting a reply, undoing another button on her dainty blouse as she felt her face flush red with heat again. Must've been the rum.]

Toutaku · Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 10:55 pm Post subject:

[Eyeing the exposed flesh of her chest, Remy smiled and sipped at his drink again. She was delectable.

"Oh, don't you be worrying yourself, child. You'll certainly get a tip or two for your... Services." And he intended to, too. Pulling her from her stool, he rested the buxom serving girl on his lap, a hand gripping her bottom 'for support'.

"I suppose we're a fancy bunch, chére. Some of us are more sophisticated than the others, though. Now, about that tip."

Drawing a crisp five dollar bill from his breast pocket, he deftly folded it in half lengthways, and slipped his hand up her skirt, tucking it into the elastic of her panties. His fingers brushed against her inner thigh as he withdrew his hand, caressing the tender skin gently.

"Consider it practice if you ever find yourself dancing, child." He said, smiling from ear to ear.]
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LenLenWearsBlue · Joined: 18 Mar 2011 Posts: 1059 Location: Under your bed.

[The roseate colour flushing to the young woman's cheeks was only deepened as the effects of the alcohol (not to mention the hands brushing against her skin) became apparent, and she wrapped her arms around the gentleman's neck 'for support', giving a little, wistful glance at the stage before focusing her gaze on him.
"Hm, I always did want to be a dancer." She chuckled, shifting slightly on his lap. "You said your name was Remy, right?"

She paused to free a hand, letting her maroon-painted fingers trace up the contours of her thigh under her skirt, deliberately slow, before she grasped the folded bill that her client had so kindly thrust down her underwear, treating him to a nice glimpse of the ruffled, cream fabric in the process.

"Well, Remy, I think one of the back rooms are free. If you ain't too captivated by the current show, of course." She winked at him slyly before she hoisted herself off his lap, leaning back against the bar as she awaited his response.]

Toutaku · Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 10:45 pm Post subject:

["Oui." The Cajun rose, brushing his hair off of his face "Remy it was. Now, where abouts are we goin'?"

Following the lithe girl in the general direction of the back room, Remy couldn't help stealing another glance, as well as a hearty squeeze, of the curvaceous rump she possessed.

'Only a matter of time now.', he thought, smiling devilishly.]
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LenLenWearsBlue · Joined: 18 Mar 2011 Posts: 1059 Location: Under your bed.

[Carmen glanced back at her client as she felt his hand connect with her rump once more, tutting playfully as she led him through the doorway to the little back-room. She locked the door behind them, bent down (in a rather purposeful way) to place her tip on the table, stepped out of her shoes, then turned back to Remy, her hand outstretched in preparation to give him a little push onto the sofa, before she realized he was already sprawled out.
"I was going to tell you to make y'self comfortable," She giggled, arms folded in mock disappointment, "But it looks like you've already done that."

And without another word, the young woman strutted over to the small stage in the corner of the room, a particular sway in her hips as she did so, retrieving a black feather boa from a nearby coat stand on her way and slinging it around her neck. She hopped up onto the structure, the floaty nature of her skirt resulting in a flash of garter straps, and immediately curled herself around the pole in the center, chuckling as she swung herself around quickly, out of time to the slow, rhythmic sax beat seeping through the walls. The breeze caught her skirt once more as she landed, and she noted the smirk present on her client's face.
"Alright, enough messing around." She muttered to herself, her hips swaying slightly as she adjusted to the beat. After a few beats she began to slither against the pole, her blouse coming untucked as she slid up and down, one hand grasping the pole for support and the other, a tad more adventurous, traced the curves of her voluptuous form.

Hooking her leg around the pole once more, Carmen began to unbutton the nuisance of a blouse, allowing herself to grind up against the cool metal as the light fabric fell loose from her shoulders, soon discarded nearby her on the stage. Letting out a small, content sigh as the cool air hit her lightly damp skin, the (slightly flustered) young woman continued her routine, flossing her boa around her neck and winking playfully at Remy before hoisting herself up into the air, hooking her legs around the pole and grasping it between her thighs, unable to contain her red-painted smirk as she felt gravity take its toll on her upside-down form, her skirt hoisting up so everything - the ruffled, silky panties, the thin, patterned top of her garter belt and the smooth curve of her hips, made even more shapely by her crossed legs - was on display for her client. Managing to hold the pose for a few seconds, as difficult as it was, Carmen began to crawl down the pole, small goosebumps forming on her skin as the icy metal pressed against her flesh. She crawled to the front of the stage once her hands reached the ground, slowly and deliberately running her fingertips over her cleavage, lightly damp with sweat, before sliding them under the straps of her bra, briefly tugging on the soft cream fabric and treating Remy to a glimpse of the supple flesh hidden by the clothing.

Her hands travelled down to her skirt as she sat on her knees, never breaking eye contact with her gorgeous client as she smoothly unzipped the small fastener on her skirt, the fabric floating to the ground beneath her when she rose to her feet once more. Turning sharply on her heels, she walked back over to the pole, ensuring the curve of her buttocks moved with each step she took. She slithered and writhed against the metal once more, now visibly flustered, and bent over, accentuating the way the silky fabric clung to her firm rump. And as soon as the music had begun, however, it stopped.

Turning back towards Remy, Carmen leant against the pole, a slight hitch in her breath.
"I think I'm gonna take a little break". She smirked, ending her sentence with a little, mock-exasperated phew, collecting her discarded clothes and carrying them with her as she jumped off the stage, planting herself on the sofa beside Remy. She eyed him curiously, her smile widening when she noticed the rather impressive bulge in the front of his linen suit. He was probably the most attractive client she'd seen at the Amber Rose, even in the months she'd worked there.
"Drink?" She asked innocently as she dropped the pile of clothes beside her on the floor, nodding to the decanter on the table.]

Toutaku · Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 10:43 pm Post subject:

[The mischievous smirk and tented trousers only gave away the surface of how enthralled and aroused Remy had become by Carmen's performance. The glistening sweat made her skin look slick and delectable, and there was just so much of it on show.

As the gorgeous redhead offered him a beverage, his response was to pull her onto his lap for the second time that evening, so she was straddling him and his blatant "appreciation" for her dancing. Grabbing the decanter and pouring two much larger shots than was needed, his other hand made busy down the back of her ruffled panties, kneading the supple flesh of her bottom, his fingertips less than a centimetre from her most intimate areas.

"I do be thinkin'" Remy began in a haughty, firey tone, "That this might done answer your question, chére." With that, he poured his shot over her neck and chest, and began to lick, suck ad nibble the sensitive flesh clean.]
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LenLenWearsBlue · Joined: 18 Mar 2011 Posts: 1059 Location: Under your bed.

[The fiery breath on her too-warm skin made goosebumps rise on Carmen's pallor flesh, and before she had a chance to protest (not that she would anyway, given the chance), the feel of her client's mouth- warm and wet as it began to ravage the nape of her neck - managed to draw a lengthy, noisy groan from the girl.

Wrapping her arms around Remy's strong shoulders - for the second time that evening - she forced him closer to her collarbone, letting out little pleasured gasps each time his soft lips connected with her skin. That's when she sighted the untouched glass of whiskey on the table beside them, and decided that it might be in her favor to drink it. A soft chuckle escaped her as she reached out, raising the glass in faux celebration before pressing the liquid to her lips, feeling her throat ignite as she swallowed.

"C'mere." She grinned, forcing the word out through her spluttering. Unravelling the boa from around her neck, she instead used it to pull Remy closer to her, looking him in the eye. "I'm gonna make sure you get your money's worth."

Her voice was but a hushed whisper, her lips just centimeters from his. And then, in one of the more adventurous moments of her career, she closed the gap between them, wrapping her limbs around his broad form tightly as she softly rolled her tongue against his smooth, delicious lips, willing them open.]

Toutaku · Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 11:35 am Post subject:

[Remy responded to her passionate kiss with a passion of his own. Forcing his tongue past her full lips, he devoured the cavern of her mouth, committing her taste and feel to memory. Lacing his fingers in her hair, he pulled her as close as he was able, the roughness of his touch uninhibited thanks to the liquor. Growling deep in his throat, Remy wanted her with every molecule.

His other hand, still kneading the enticing flesh of her ass, dug his nails into her flesh, grinding her pelvis against his. The contact of damp cotton against the tented linen was driving him closer to the edge. His fingertips dragged a teasing trail from her cunt, past her ass to the waistband of her panties before he spanked her lightly, wordlessly urging her hips to keep moving.

"Oh, chére," he growled. "I think I may like this... Ravishing nature you seem to be havin'."

One again sliding his hand down the back of her panties, Remy sank his teeth into the side of Carmen's slender neck, just enough to excite the nerve endings.]
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