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Walking Home (Decadence and Candira)

He didn't want to wait. It would have made his head want to explode with frustrating agony to wait for even a minute. His cock hardened to full length in her sliding grip, veins pulsing in between her clenched fingers. "You're mine, Sophie, and nobody's. I want all of you. Right now." He then ravaged her lips, assaulting her tongue with his, before breaking away and diving back into her cleavage. His tongue slid out, slipping like a writhing slug over one of her breasts in hopes of bringing out her nipple. It was messy, but convenient. Eventually, after soaking the rim of that pale green bra, he managed to suck out one of her nipples free, letting the bare tit hang over the bra cup. He then proceeded to suck angrily at her teat.

Meanwhile, his hand brushed aside her matching panty, presenting her pussy for his cock to find. Dipping his hips so he could bring the head to touch her lips down there, he settled the shiny dome against the entrance, kissing it with his male appendage.

He took a moment from sucking, panting. And then he rose his head up to face her again. He glared at her with his piercing green eyes for another moment of silence.

And then he entered her, kissing her furiously.
 
Overwhelmed by his aggression, Sophie melted at his touch. She was dazed from the lack of breath and the way her heart was pounding as she felt him pulsing between her fingers. It was all she could do to keep it together while he told her that she was his and he wanted her. The fierceness in his eyes was incredible, and his kiss reflected that passion. Her tongue tangled with his as they made out, and then his face was back between her breasts, his tongue doing it's damnedest to get to her nipple. She gasped and moaned at the feel of him, the smell of him all around her.

And then he was sucking her again, and she could feel her milk starting to build up again. It would take more until it flowed when he sucked her, but it wouldn't be long. She closed her eyes, leaning against the door for support as he pushed her panties aside, his cock brushing against her. Shivering, she felt her body respond, getting even wetter for him, desperately wishing for him to plunge into her. Sophie watched his face as he stared up at her, his eyes full of that fierce, burning anger. She wanted more.

Her expression mirrored his just before his lips came back to her, stealing her breath as he thrust into her, her body quivering with pleasure and desire. She kissed him back, moaning into his lips. She was practically pinned to the door, especially with the way he was holding her leg, so there wasn't much to do but to enjoy the ride. She closed her eyes and let her tongue dance with his as their lips bruised each other, branding each other with the love and passion they shared.
 
She felt so wonderful, wet enough for him to feel little to no resistance as he bore himself deep up into her. The stirring emotions from the night made it easier for him to go all the way in--to torture her in some way; that spot on his arm that she struck earlier was beginning to bruise, and it ached like fuck.

Keith was surprised that milk hadn't come out when he sucked her there, thinking at first all that saliva from his tongue had been it. But he was enjoying her tongue right now, and in savoring it, he moaned himself as he buried himself up in her, while pinning her against the wall. His knees almost buckled from the sheer pleasure of it all, but it felt so good that he was almost about to lose himself and cum right then and there.

"Oh..." he sighed, panting while he devoured her lips. "Shit, Sophie...your pussy feels so goddamn good." He then frenched her deep this time, savagely refusing to hold back. His tightening, taut body rippled as he pushed harder against her into the door, feeling more of her while he began to fuck her. Slowly.

The hand that was on her panty was now free. Keith wanted to finish what he started on her bra, noticing how beautiful its color looked on her fair skin. He wanted to eat that bra off of her...but he instead settled on cupping the other breast which was still in the cup, squeezing it and causing that warm mass that belonged to Sophie to swirl while the straps loosened and tugged against her skin. Finally, he clawed her nipple out and continued to grope her there, feeling as much of her as possible, feeling even more excited that he couldn't feel its immense size all at once with that single hand. He then squeezed again, leaving indentations where those stiff fingers sank, pinching the nipple hard enough to send her the message that his arm fucking hurt, and he was going to make her pay. Heh.

His hips continued to move in that smooth rhythm, rocking her against that door, knocking her elbows and joints against its surface. Sliding, slick and long, he felt her juices marinate his cock.
 
He took her deep, in a way that she had never been taken before, and she was loving it. At the same time, she wanted him to be the one who gave in first--to be the one that just couldn't live without her. Her body didn't seem like it agreed at the moment, however. She clamped down on him while he was inside of her, his body holding her tight to the door. She moaned as he buried himself into her, unable to resist the pleasure he gave her. Oh, she wanted him to keep going, to never stop, but at the same time, she hated that she was giving in.

Her emotions drove her to kiss him back with passion, panting when he pulled away to speak between kissing her. "Ahn! N-not so bad yourself," she groaned, taking another kiss, as he refused to hold back this time. She gasped and moaned, her lips still sealed to his as he pushed her against the door with that body of his. God knew there was a reason he was a porn star. Her hands rested on his shoulders and upper back now, and she dug in her nails as he nailed her to the door with his cock. She expected him to take her fast, but he didn't. It was slow--almost painfully slow. He was doing it on purpose, but it felt too good...

Her creamy skin was exposed again as he cupped her breast, squeezing it so the strap came down itself, and then worked it down until her breasts were both free. She moaned as he played with her breasts, the milk beginning to flow once more so that if he cared to suck her, he would get it. The rough way he was handling her only sped the process and she ached with need as he pinched her nipple, squeezing her breast hard. Apparently, she'd hurt him more than she'd originally thought. Good. Served him right...now all she had to do was ride it out as he fucked her against the door. And ride him she did, taking that huge cock of his as he rocked her there.
 
His thrusts began to pick up in pace, filling her inner walls with the friction of his veiny shaft rubbing against her from the inside. Oh Jesus God, did he love her so much. Keith's attention ripped right back down to her breasts as he grabbed one of them again and took her nipple into his lips, sucking vigorously. He wanted to taste more of her and take more of in as his own, all while he began to pound her, lifting her body up with each thrust, hearing her pant and moan and letting those meek little sounds of hers bring him crashing into orgasm. His hips became violent. This wasn't exactly lovemaking anymore, but furious fucking, ripping, and shredding with anger laced from the past culminating to this fiery moment of rapture. He grit his teeth while his face lay buried in between her voluptuous bosom, panting and breathing like an unchained beast. Sophie's skin touching the door began to make this squeak from the friction, and the knocks grew louder, with a possibility of drawing suspicion in their direction.

Like he'd care.
 
Sophie didn't care where she was anymore. She was just glad she wasn't near the dead bolt lock or the door knob. The buxom redhead gasped and moaned with pleasure as he picked up the pace, driving her insane that much faster. Her pussy squeezed him tightly, hot and wet, and she loved the feel of him in her. The pace and power behind it became rougher, and she let all of the anger in her drive her own, riding him as he fucked her, those perfect lips of his sucking her milk from her. Her grey eyes closed as she arched her back against the door, letting him rest between her breasts, panting and moaning.

He was wild, and she wanted more, not caring about the sounds they made or the effect it seemed to be having on her skin. She dug her nails into him, moaning for more. "Fuck....Keith!"
 
Keith groaned, tasting the milk from the soft buds capped over her chest. He continued thrusting up into her, lost in a void of ecstasy while he took her in using all of his senses. His vengeful pace had ebbed away at his stamina, and he was just about ready to cum all up into her. He panted, gasping from the heaven in her bust, diving straight up to her mouth for one final kiss before he blew his load.

He groaned these indistinct noises as he came; it interrupted the rhythm of his thrusts, telegraphing to her that he was already cumming inside of her, flooding her pussy with his hot, sticky cum. It continued to flow until it dribbled from her lips, like some kind of French cream filling.

He nibbled her chin as his rocking subsided to a slow dance up the door. Panting, he licked his lips and kissed her, a bit peeved it ended up being this quick. Perhaps that was the result of mixing anger with sex.

He then lowered her leg until she was standing on both feet, and then he just wrapped both arms and embraced her, holding her tight. "God, do I love you," he said, catching his breath right after saying that.
 
She didn't last long. Her body simply couldn't take it as he thrust into her, fucking her hard and deep, wearing both of them out. Sophie moaned loudly, gasping and panting as he fucked him. She consumed his lips as he kissed her again, her body letting him take from her. And then she felt him filling her up. Soft noises of pleasure escaped her as he flooded her with his seed. It was amazing.

Her body drank it all in as he filled her, her breasts leaking milk just a bit more.

Slowly, he let her go. Well, actually, he let her leg down. She panted softly and shivered as he nibbled at her chin. Sophie felt empty of all feeling for him but her love. She kissed him back, her legs back on the ground, her arms around his neck. And she let him hold her as she leaned into him. "I love you too, Keith. Please don't forget that."

She snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes, her breath returning to normal. After a long moment, she looked up at him and smiled softly. "Come to bed with me, Keith. Please."
 
Her words were always sweet to him. They belonged to someone for whom he could trust, someone real to him. His life seemed to be filled with too many fake people up to this point. People eager to throw him to the wolves to better themselves, it seemed. At least when it came to a particular "family". But Keith wanted to forget about that right now. There was someone here who wanted him to come to bed with her. He took her hand, following her to her room.

Inside, he unbuttoned his black shirt and slipped out of his jeans until he stood wearing nothing but his boxers. And yes, before that, he had removed his shoes and socks. Tomorrow was going to be a big day, and he had no plan or idea on how to approach it. He was just going to wing it like any other day. It was what he was best at.

He waited for Sophie beside the bed, wondering if she might just remember what occurred at Vinnie's and decide to kick him out of the room. He just stood there, blinking at her with calmed nerves, watching her.
 
Sophie held his hand and walked with him to her bedroom. Once inside, she stripped off her shirt and unhooked her bra, letting it drop. She took off her skirt and then her panties. Completely naked before him, she came closer and put her hands on his chest, resting them there as she looked up at him. Her grey eyes met his green ones and she leaned up, kissing him lightly. She broke the kiss and let her lips travel to his neck. She took her time to show him her appreciation, her lips pressing against his shoulder, and then directly over the area that was already bruising. There, her lips tread the lightest.

She stopped and looked up at him, gently moving some hair from his eyes before she took his hands and drew him into her bed with her. Once they were in the cool, crisp sheets, Sophie snuggled into him. "I'm sorry I gave you a bruise," she said softly.
 
Keith decided to slide out of his underwear to follow suit, crawling to bed with her so they could cuddle. His body grew warm next to hers, and her kisses over his neck and arm felt unexpectedly sweet. It seemed to mend any hard feelings he had before, while releasing the tension between them. "No, I'm sorry for getting you involved in all of this," he said. "It was such a mistake bringing you there tonight." He stroked a red lock, combing it back with his fingers. "If it's anyone who deserves an apology, it's you."

He planted a kiss on her lips. "I missed you," he said, smiling.
 
Sophie smiled as she felt his body press against his in a warm embrace. Her grey eyes looked into his green ones and she accepted his apology as he made it. "It's okay, Keith. You didn't know. And I forgive you." He missed her? Had she been gone for so long? She kissed him back, the tender touch just perfect. "I missed you too."

Yes, she had been gone. She had put a distance between them once he'd gotten back to the table at Vinnie's, but now, she was back in his arms. And she remembered just how much she liked it there. Sophie smiled back at him and ran her fingers through his hair. "Let's get some rest, now. I'm sure we'll need it, Keith."
 
She got his little joke, and he smiled a little at her acknowledgment, showing some teeth which looked less like fangs this time. His face was close up to hers, as he relaxed on his side, leaning his head in his palm with his elbow planted firmly on the bed. He settled his left arm over her shoulder, hands spread over down the small of her back. With it being so dark in Sophie's room, lit by just a faint glimmer of the moon outside the window, this was a very soothing moment. If only there were lit candles nearby.

His eyes trailed away for a moment when she mentioned sleep. He wasn't exactly tired tonight--the night was still young, and he was laying here in bed naked with his childhood sweetheart. How could he possibly sleep right now? His eyes returned to focus on Sophie again. "I could doze off right now, but I'd rather lay here right next to you with my eyes open." He kept a wistful expression as he reached over for the covers, pulling them over the both of them. They smelled like Sophie. Not like he was going to complain or anything.

He began to think about tomorrow, but his thoughts would be cut short from the feel of her breathing and sliding against him. He just couldn't help but feel his erection coming back, which had hung loosely before. Judging from how close they were next to each other now, it wouldn't take long before she'd notice his sticky member rising to brush her thigh.
 
She liked it when he smiled. It lit up his face just the right way, and it made her feel light inside. He put his arms around her and pulled him close, the moonlight falling on him just perfectly. She watched his face, falling deeper in love with him as he fed her the next line. One thing he'd always had going for him was that he was smooth. Okay, aside from the lines he'd used when he was rediscovering his feeling for her.

His arms were around her and she enjoyed the feel of him next to her like this. Maybe a little too much. Sophie brushed her fingers through his hair again and smiled. "Is that so? I think maybe that's not all you'd rather be doing." She teased him a little and let him pull the sheets up over him. She stayed cuddling up to him like that for a little while before his returning erection proved her theory right.

"Tell me, what else might you have in mind?"
 
He was already fully erect at the start of her question. Midnight wood, he supposed, or an encore. Keith shifted his legs, freeing some room for him to reach. He felt that long part of him swaying while he adjusted himself on the side, and then he touched smooth skin that wasn't his on that hot tip of his. The touch cooled him, which showed just how much blood had already been pumped down there, and he dragged that burning, blunt edge across the soft surface. It must have settled somewhere around her navel, or lower.

He then sighed, eyes half-lidded. "Let's talk about our plans tomorrow," he said, shifting against her so they were rubbing into each other with every breath. "It seems like we both have dates tomorrow night," he continued. Bringing that up may not have been a good idea, considering how they've managed to reconcile that earlier, but he wanted to confront it again so they'd be ready for it the next day.

His left hand, which had been over her lower back, slid over the curve of her ass, admiring it with a gentle squeeze. "You do realize that you'll be doing much more than just working the register," he said. "There'll be eyes on you. Many eyes." Keith then smoothed his hand over her smooth cheek. He was beginning to feel angry at the thought of it, but he played along, letting that emotion take him once again so he could prepare her...for better or for worse.
 
She shivered as he moved so that his cock pressed against her soft skin, branding her with his heat. She held him close as his hand slid down her back to her ass and gave a little squeeze. She felt dazed from his touch and the dull edge of anger as he brought up their "plans" for tomorrow, but she had already forgiven him, so it was more of frustration than anything.

Sophie looked up at him, listening to his every word. "I'm sure I will, and I don't really want to think about it," she said, frowning. "I've had to put up with staring and womanizing before, Keith. This time, you won't be there to save me from it. And I'm not sure who's more angry about that--you or me." She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. "I'm sure I'll hate every minute I'm there, but I'll try to use my looks to my advantage. I can if I want to, but I don't make a habit of it."

"And what are you gonna do about this niece? What exactly do you think she's going to expect from you?"
 
The hand over her ass grew limp for a moment. The question had him thinking for a moment, and suddenly, his mind was elsewhere. Yeah, Keith, what were you planning on doing with Vinnie's niece? He didn't even have a car, and to top that off, he knew little to nothing about this girl. It was going to be a blind date. What were Vinnie's intentions, anyway? It almost seemed as if he were deliberately trying to separate the two of them, while pimping off his relatives.

He then burst out chuckling. "I, I don't know," he said. He was being honest. He didn't know at all. "All I know is, I'm going to make it short and sweet. Enough so that she'll be on her way soon enough." That sounded so vague, but that was the rough outline at least. "How about this, I'll take her to Zack's garage, and we'll just spend all night changing tires." For some reason, that didn't sound right, so he added, "Or maybe I'll take her to that same club where we got reacquainted. Introduce her to Jeff." He chuckled again, but then realized how horrible that would be, and then went silent. "I know I'll think of something," he said, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
 
She chuckled at his jokes, but had to draw the line at Jeff. She gave him a little look, but let it go as he kissed her forehead. She leaned up and kissed his lips, lingering there for a moment. "Always thinking of me first. I love that you would do that for me, but you really do need to worry more about yourself. My task is actually really simple compared to yours."

Sophie smiled and snuggled into him, shivering as she pressed against his member once more. "You'll think of something, I'm sure. Just be careful. I don't want to lose you again." She looked up at him, her grey eyes shining in the moonlight. Really, he needed to stop always thinking of her and start worrying more about himself.
 
He was utterly relaxed now, rolling onto his back so he could stare at the glowing stars on Sophie's wall. The mention of tomorrow, the thought of school, the blind date, how he was going to get a car, about worrying more about himself...hell, even Jeff, took his mind off of sex. He was still on academic probation, so all it would take would be one more failed test, and he'd be finished. At least it was still the beginning of the Fall Semester, so there was still room for error.

He sighed, feeling himself go limp under the covers. "Yeah, I'll think of something," he finally said. Then he closed his eyes, letting the silence take him to sleep.

When his eyes opened, it was already dawn. Sophie's glowing stars on her wall greeted him. Normally, he never woke up this early, but today wasn't exactly a normal day. He leaned his head back to check on Sophie, who was already sleeping peacefully on her side, facing him. He noticed her stir as he moved, and this, along with the warmth beneath the covers, made him want to stay in bed. But he knew he couldn't do that today. It was still early out, and he had to get started right now. Moving slowly, Keith kept his eyes on her as he slid away from the bed. He planted a soft kiss on Sophie's cheek before he did so, being extra-careful not to disturb her. He pulled the covers over her until they rested above her shoulders, and then he got dressed.

Vinnie had texted him in the middle of the night about the details of the evening. His eyes shifted over to Sophie, whose profile was outlined from under the blanket.

His name is Paul, the message read. Inform her to meet him at 43rd and Pike, in downtown. The place is called, 'The Bunny Lounge'. It'll be hard to miss.

Keith snuck around, looking for a sheet of paper and jotted the information down, adding a "Be careful yourself.", followed by a crude-looking heart. It was really early in the morning; he could have drawn much better than that. He then checked his phone again.

As for you, Keith, her name is Marisa. Take care of her for me, you hear? I know you will.

Following that, was the address, and if memory served him right, it was in an upscale district East of downtown. Keith could feel the headache this was gonna be...she was probably expecting him to show up in a nice ride, or would secretly demand a plane trip to Sicily for some authentic Italian cuisine. But Hell...it was still too early to jump to conclusions. He left for school with this in mind.

On his way to the bus station, he spotted a vista blue, 2008 Mustang GT/CS parked in an obscure corner in front of a liquor store. With the engine running. And with nobody inside. He could feel his body beginning to move...toward the shiny vehicle rumbling for him to take it. Yet, he stopped short a few feet of the driver's side, with his hands in his pocket. He stood there until he watched this guy who looked a bit like Keith walk out, hugging a paper bag full of groceries and hard liquor. He noticed Keith standing beside his car and stopped short, eyeing him for a moment, hoping for Keith to step aside so he could make his way into the car.

"...can I help you?" the Keith look-a-like asked.

Keith smiled at him. "Just looking out for your car," he said, stepping aside. He noticed there was a picture of a girl which looked like the owner's girlfriend dangling on the rear view mirror. She resembled Sophie in some ways. "It's a nice car. Limited edition, too. Wouldn't want anyone stealing it."

He glared at him, then smirked. Keith was a little amused at how similar they resembled one another. "Well, thank you..." He said, eyes shifting awkwardly as he closed the door. "See you around."

Keith nodded at him, watching another version of himself drive off into the early dawn, feeling as though he just met a part of him which could have been. With that in mind, he decided to scratch that idea of providing himself with a car through illegal means and dialed up Zack. He was going to owe the big guy big time after all this.


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There were green bunnies, pink bunnies, white bunnies, and they were all smiling while they were serving the drinks. Paul smiled too, watching their glossy outfits from behind, while he took a drag from his cigarette, shaking his head while his eyes narrowed. Damn, now this was a show. He could just see the men piling in, their eyes taking in the purple glow of his establishment while they buried his ladies in tips. He wasn't nervous about this opening night at all.

He was missing a black bunny, though. She was supposed to show up later tonight; Vinnie had told him she was a redhead, and her name was Sophie. Sophie. Hm, that's a name that'd go well with the black outfit. The red, and the sass. Hm. She'd be at the front, where all of the eyes could see her, and all she'd have to do would be to smile and look pretty. Paul envied that about women. That's all they had to do. Be pretty. They just needed to be taken cared of, to be pampered, and then the world could be their oyster...given they were pretty, of course. Paul had no doubt at all that this Sophie was pretty. He trusted his uncle's intuition when it came to such things, and he was excited about the whole prospect of it. Excited enough to give it all a leap of faith.

Carla, the pink bunny, passed him by, smile plastered on her face. That-a-girl. Keep that smile alive. He reached over and pinched that plump rear, feeling how soft she felt in between the knuckles of his fingers. She glanced back at him, pouting, before breaking out into a giggle. Paul smiled back, gesturing with a couple of waved fingers. If anyone messed with his girls, he was gonna break their fingers. One at a time. With a steel bat.

He nodded to his bouncers as he passed them by. He glanced at his reflection in the silver walls, making note of his dark, pinstripe suit, as well as his tall, slender frame tucked away behind that dark suit. He smoothed his hand over his slicked-back hair. Even after feeling so relaxed right now, he could still use a drink. It wasn't easy running a joint revolved around women dressed in a variation of the Playboy bunny outfits, but it was rewarding in its own way. He got to look after his girls.


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Keith kept the engine running in his (borrowed) 1996 Mercedes S500 as he waited outside. It was black, of course, and lending him this make and model was almost like some kind of practical joke from Zack.

"I know the perfect car for this occasion, Keith," Zack said, eyes widening in such a way, that it made him seem giddy for a moment. "You'll love it."

And then Faye pulled out in the black Mafia sedan, and Keith could only let out a surprised chuckle. He then he felt Zack's hand slap his back. "I expect this back without a body stuffed in the trunk. Take good care of it."

Keith smiled at the memory while he relaxed in his leather seat, waiting for this Marisa to emerge from the building. After sitting in the car for a few minutes, he decided that it was rude to simply sit there, so he left the car and made his way up to her room. He was without his eyeliner this time...he figured it made him look more mature. He was wearing his same black, buttoned-up shirt with his sleeves rolled back, exposing his arms, and he was wearing the same jeans from before. Pretty conservative, he'd say. He did managed to slip on one of his studded belts, though. As he neared her door, he reached forth and gave her doorbell a ring. Here goes, he thought.
 
Hearing him say that after such a long pause was nearly disheartening. Still, she could tell he'd thought about what she said. That, in and of itself was a blessing. She snuggled up to him in the mean time and fell asleep peacefully, her mind occupied by him and his well-being for the rest of the night. Her subconscious let her experience many different dreams that night.

When Sophie woke up the next morning she was expecting to see the face that she'd been dreaming of all night. In that regard, she was disappointed. He was not in bed with her, which, she supposed was normal at this point. She'd only woken up before him once before. Her thoughts were interrupted by her alarm and she sighed as she turned over and slammed her hand down on it, her covers slipping down a bit. And then she remembered the frenzy they'd been in last night and blushed softly. She got up and made her bed, figuring he was having breakfast or something.

She picked out an outfit for the day--a bright blue shirt under a light grey sweater and a white, knee-length pencil skirt. After that, she got into the shower and took her time in the bathroom, making sure her curls looked great for the day and night. She put on a light layer of make up and then got dressed.

She found that he was not eating breakfast and frowned. Where was he? And hen she found the note. The heart made her smile, but she was still sad that he'd left without saying good bye. Maybe it was better this way, though. Now they wouldn't have to say good bye to each other. She wished him luck and then headed out to class, though she didn't look for him this time.
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Marisa found herself in the hands of another of her uncle's recruits. They were usually older men who treated her like a child. Or, if not a child, some precious flower that needed to be protected. It was getting old, to be honest. Yes, she did need some protection. She was no fool. But she didn't need as much as they seemed to think. In fact, it only seemed to draw attention.

She sighed, wondering who her uncle had passed her off on this time around. Why was it so hard for him to just do it himself? She pouted slightly as she looked herself over in the mirror. Her light blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her side-swept bangs hanging nicely today. Her brown eyes seemed cold today, though why wouldn't they? She wasn't really a happy woman, despite her luxuries. She wore a fine silk dress, designed specifically for her petite, but curvy frame. She was just about five foot three, but a little more busty than most girls her size. The dress was a deep red, as were the gems in her ears.

Tonight she was determined to see her family--the whole reason she was here in the first place. And if one of them told her to go off and 'have some fun' one more time, she would scream. The petite girl was just finishing the touches on her make up--a bit more dramatic than Sophie's usual look--when she heard someone at the door. So her "date" was on time. Oh, Goody.

She answered the door with a little more attitude than usual, and she was about to say something rude, when she saw that the person at the door was actually her age--and hot. Well, that was a surprise.

"H-hello."
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Sophie sighed as it came time for her to head over to the club. "The Bunny Lounge?" She said aloud. Already, she was disgusted. It wasn't that she didn't respect the women that worked in those kinds of places--in fact she rather admired their confidence and willingness to be objectified. Though women like that didn't see it that way. There were some women that were too manipulative, and there were others that simply enjoyed being adored for the way they looked.

Sophie was neither, so the fact that Vinnie would want her in a place like that was both insulting and disturbing. In a way, she supposed it was a compliment. It meant he thought she was pretty and desirable. It also meant that he thought she was a pawn to be used in any way he saw fit--whether she liked it or not. So she wasn't very inclined to be cooperative. The only reason she was there at all was because Keith needed her help.

At the right time, Sophie arrived at the Bunny Club, her hair still nicely done, and her clothes showed her off nicely, though she was still covered. When she arrived she came to a girl in the front--a smiling red bunny. "Excuse me, I'm looking for Paul? I'm here as extra help tonight," she added for posterity. Really, she doubted the woman that was working the front would think she was a threat, but it was always best to be up front about things like that. And Paul wasn't who she was angry with, despite her anger at being there in the first place. So she put on a polite smile and the cloak of indifference.

This was going to be a long night.
 
Keith was surprised to see a blonde answering the door. He had expected Marisa to be the dark-haired Italian her namesake seemed to point to. Instead, he was looking at a small-framed girl with a...nice rack. His eyes hadn't dared to move down there to focus on that prominent bust, but he could tell without having to move his eyes that they seemed to stick out from that small body. He just stood there in the doorway, hands in his pockets while one of his eyes were partially obscured by a fringe of his hair. She seemed taken aback by him, which was also unexpected since he was assuming she'd be too spoiled to find someone like him delectable.

"You must be Marisa," Keith said, surveying her, before giving her a smile. His hand appeared from out of his pocket, and he extended it towards her. "My name's Keith."

He couldn't really see much resemblance to Vinnie. Was she even related by blood? He couldn't tell, but she looked upscale in that red dress. It made him a little uncomfortable showing up in jeans, but her nervous hello seemed to put him at ease.

He wasn't going to try anything. He'd keep her safe, for sure, but he wasn't going to coddle to her every whim. Or would that be smart? He wasn't exactly doing this for himself, but for Vinnie, and Vinnie liked results. Keith had to keep that in mind if he was planning on staying sane tonight. Marisa's uncle wants her to be happy, but judging from what he was looking at now, she seemed a bit off about something. Maybe he could help with that.


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Paul raised his eyebrows. His eyes have sifted through many girls wanting to be a part of his lounge, but it oftentimes took a special kind of pretty to make it past his unflinching eyes; it was a pity that not every kind of girl could make the part, but Paul had to be picky. That is why his eyes have become so stone cold lately. Maybe he's become jaded, or the girls have done their wear and tear on his sense of wonder, but he flinched at the sight of the redhead talking to his sweet red bunny from afar. His legs swept to action; he didn't want to keep the broad standing alone in the middle of pumping music, scantily-clad leotards and bunny ears, and the already-turning heads of men around her. It hasn't started to pick up yet either.

He maintained a nonchalant air as he approached her, closing his distance as he rested a hand on her shoulder while extending a hand. He smiled. "Why, you must be Sophie," Paul said, leaning in just enough to make her feel welcome, while not too far in as to make her feel uncomfortable. His voice was deep, commanding, but also a little weary and soft at the same time. "I'm glad you've made it. I'm Paul. Now, come follow me to the back so I can get you acquainted."

He then quickly turned around, gripping her hand as he did so, and made his way towards the backroom, keeping that grip light enough to nudge her in his direction as he kept a short distance between them.
 
Marisa was taken aback for a moment by the young man at her door--how handsome he was. But that shock wore off quickly enough. She quickly pulled herself together and invited him to come in while she got her things. "Come in," she said, stepping aside for him. She was drawn to the man, but it was only to be expected. "It's nice to meet you," she said, remembering her manners a few moments later. "I'll be ready in a minute. I just need to get my things."

"My uncle didn't tell me you'd be so young. It surprised me. Don't you have a girlfriend to occupy your time?" she asked. It sounded polite--like an innocent question. But she was a bit suspicious that her uncle was trying to set the two of them up--and that her uncle wanted more involvement with the young man. Well, she wasn't going to be a part of his game. If she had to stay with Keith, that was fine. It wouldn't kill her to spend time with an attractive man. But she wouldn't give him any delusions that they could have any kind of relationship. She was interested, but not this way. Also, she was curious to see what her uncle had in mind.
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Sophie was a little surprised at the fact that Paul was walking around his own club. But he seemed surprised to see her as well. She smiled politely and managed a "hello" before he swept her away, neat as can be. He seemed nice, at the least. His voice was kind, but firm. And she wondered what he thought of her as he guided her to "the back." She made her way through the crowd with him and waited until they reached a quieter spot before she spoke again.

"Um, I was wondering what exactly I'd be doing. Nobody really told me," she said, still walking with him. She hoped that she could ask a few favors of him though. The last thing she wanted was to draw unnecessary attention to herself when Jeff was still on the loose. Hopefully, she could explain it to Paul and he would understand. She didn't mind helping out for Keith, but she didn't want her name or picture in anything--nor did she want him to see her here. All it would do is add fuel to the fire. Hopefully he would realize that she didn't want to be disrespectful--just that she wanted to be left in peace when all was said and done.
 
He stood there for a moment in the doorway, hand still extended. He decided to wait there for a moment when she invited him in, lingering there in the doorway like a vampire waiting to be let in. She did invite him already though, so he took a few steps into her place, glancing about before finding her doing her own thing. "Yeah, it's nice meeting you too," he replied. Keith kept his hands to himself as he continued to stand there waiting for Marisa as she spoke. Then she asked him about the girlfriend, which made him blink. What could he possibly say that could ensure her fun for the night? He could lie, but wouldn't Vinnie already know that he had one, if she were to ask? Like the man would care. He thought about deceiving her, until he thought about Sophie and how bad it'd be for Keith if Vinnie found out he'd been lying to his sweet niece.

"I do, actually," Keith said. There was a touch of reluctance to that answer. "I love her very much, and she's been occupying my time lately. How about you? Anyone special in your life?"

He didn't like where this was going, but it seemed to defuse the situation somewhat. Telling her the truth so that they'd both know what they were getting themselves into. It was a fair exchange. What put him on edge, though, was what her intentions behind all of this might be.


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"Someone as beautiful as you needs to be in the front," Paul said with a smirk. "You're gonna be my hostess. It's the easiest job. Just help out some of my girls, smile, and make sure my patrons receive their proper welcomes!"

The music was muffled once they were in a narrow hallway. He opened a door and flicked on the lights, leading Sophie in so they were alone together. The door swung shut on its own. Inside, a bright lamp illuminated the spacious room, which was a sort of dressing room for the girls, complete with rows of chairs, mirrors, and a various assortment of costumes and hangers. It looked exactly like how you'd expect a dressing room would look like for strippers or cabaret dancers. Paul opened a closet and smoothed his hands over an outfit hanging inside. The plastic wrap over it crisped as he ran his fingers through it.

"This here's what you'll be wearing," he said, pulling out what looked like a silken black leotard that was strapless and low-cut enough to bare lots of cleavage. Included with the outfit was a set of bunny ears--one ear was folded, while the other stood perked up. Lining the ears themselves, some white, cottony fluff added volume their texture. It was, essentially, a Playboy bunny costume, but was a little more ornate in places, with lace frills adorning the hems of the bustline and intricate flowers and designs etched over the torso area and sides, making it resemble a lacy bra in certain angles. Paul also added what looked like a pair of black and white striped stockings. Paul shook his head and narrowed his eyes at the sight of it. "Tsk. Tsk." Then he nodded, bring them up to Sophie for her try on. "If they're too big or small for you, there are plenty of other sizes, but keep in mind I only keep them in one size category, and that is size pretty." He smiled. "Now strip," he said. "If you're uncomfortable, you can turn away, but I'd like to see you fill that outfit up as you're dressing. It's my way of doing last-minute quality assurance, if you don't mind, of course."

He then took a few steps back towards the door, standing there as he lit a cigarette, waiting for her to move or ask any more questions.
 
Marisa looked him over as she put on her coat. It figured he'd be involved with another girl. The fact that he told her that he loved this girl was very honest, and the fact that he was reluctant to bring it up at all told her that her uncle had forced him into a corner. Well, at least he was being up front about it, unlike some of her uncle's other weaselly friends. They'd avoid the question, lie, or make something up. But she could tell he was being honest. No reason to lie about actually having a girl.

The blonde bombshell nodded. "I admire your honesty. I wish I had someone who cared about me that much. Unfortunately, finding someone who's as honest as you and attracted to me is much more difficult than you might think." She picked up her purse and slipped into some heels that made her a little taller. "But that's a sad tale for another time. I want to see my uncle before tonight is over, but something tells me you're not in a hurry to visit him any time soon. I promise I'll say good things. But I need to talk with him before I leave town. Why don't we get to know each other on the way to someplace fun?"
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Sophie found his compliments to be laced with something that made it hard to stomach them--chauvinism. Still, his business sort of required him to be a little smarmy. She wondered if she should hold it against him or not. Still, it was easier to take his compliments than his uncle's. That was until he showed her her costume. She slipped her shoes off and took the stockings he wanted her to wear with the uniform. She slipped them on first. The uniform was quite skimpy, but she could handle that. The ears were a nice touch. She'd put them on last. When he made it clear, however, that he wasn't going to leave the room when she changed, she took on a different opinion of him. Of course she minded.

"Actually, I do mind. I don't really appreciate the implication that I'm some kind of product--whether I am or not." She frowned and turned away from him, removing her skirt and folding it neatly over the chair. She left her scant panties on and pulled the leotard up her legs first.

"I know I'm here to help, and I don't mind doing my part. In fact, I plan on being just as good as I can be here, but I would like it if I could please have a little more respect." She sighed and saw that the cup size would be iffy on this particular outfit, but she pulled her sweater up so that it was just hanging over her shoulders, protecting her breasts from view. She removed her bra and folded that neatly as well. She pulled the leotard up and over her breasts, which spilled over a little bit, but not as much as she thought. She adjusted the costume a little more and took off her shirt, placing that on top of the neat pile as well. She turned to him looking about as sexy as she could be before putting on the ears.

"Do I pass your inspection?" she asked, spinning around slowly so he could see the full effect. Her hair hung in just the perfect way and she really did fit the costume beautifully, the stockings adding the finishing touch. She slipped into the shoes that she'd worn since they were black heels and asked if there was a different pair she should be wearing.

"I know I wasn't really all that nice about it before, but I was wondering if I could talk to you about something...You see, there's someone who's sort of obsessed with me. In a bad way. I'm a little worried that he might come to a place like this to blow off some steam...The last thing I want is to attract even more attention from him. I'll happily be your hostess, but if he shows up, I was wondering if I could do something else if I see him. See, he's actually a really creepy guy--name's Jeff--and he's already tried to kidnap me twice...so is it all right with you if I maybe do something else if he shows up?"

A little wordy, but she was being sincere, and her expression was hopeful, but worried. Her beauty and her sex appeal in his costume made her a bit more powerful here, but she was really at his mercy here, and she wanted him to know that she believed that was true. "Please, Paul?"
 
She seemed so sad and...victimized. Keith began to feel sorry for her. Not in a bad way--since how can you feel sorry for a blonde who looked that good--but in a way that put him at ease around her. It was like when you discovered that stunning blonde at the bar was into the same music as you were, or even better, she shared the same interest in manga and erotic doujinshi. There was a sweet spot there, which transformed her from that intimidating, 500 pound gorilla to the petite female that she was.

"I'd like that," Keith said, hooking his arm out for her to take. She seemed like any other girl holding out for her prince charming, and there was nothing wrong with that. Keith had no problem playing the part. "Are you in the mood for anything in particular?" he asked. Judging by what she wore, the 18-and-over club was definitely not an option. Perhaps some place chill and laid back, and it was only about 8 o'clock, so they had plenty of time to decide.


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Paul's silhouette didn't budge from behind the veil of smoke. His eyes were trained on Sophie. "Whether you do mind it or not, it'll be a taste of what's to come, so I'd want you to be ready." Another drag from the cigarette, producing an orange-yellow glint from behind the fog. "Ah, but you already have all the respect a lady like you could ever dream of: you're working for me in my lounge."

When she turned around and began to undress, it was like she did what his eyes willed for her to do. She had enormous breasts, and they were larger than he had expected them to be. Not only that, but her curves seemed to sear lines in his eyes as he traced over them. He reached up to his tie and hooked his fingers around the knot, loosening it. Her figure was exquisite. The curves sumptuous and graceful. His imagination went wild as he tried to visualize those cups scooping over to contain those jugs of hers. As he watched her legs slip into that black leotard, he couldn't help but notice how well her skin matched the black, silken material, boned to tighten over her torso and highlight more curves. And watching those striped stockings slip up over her legs to end about half-way up her thighs...madness. He took a deep breath to contain his composure.

"Pass inspection?" he answered, seeing her twirl for him. "Babe, you're gonna light this place on fire."

He took a few steps to approach her, tilting his head for a bit as he watched her bust line. "Hmm..." His fingers slipped over to the hem running beside her bust and tucked themselves in to pinch some of that material. He could feel his finger sink into her creamy skin. With a swift tug, he adjusted her outfit so that it would smooth a few wrinkles from her torso, making it look swimsuit-smooth. "There. Perfect," he said, cigarette dangling from his lips. "You look absolutely gorgeous." He then glanced at her shoes and nodded. "You made the right choice. Lucky you picked a color that matched the outfit."

He was just about ready to lead her out, when she began babbling about some fella all up in her drawers, spooking her out and making her worried. He strolled up to her and lifted her chin up so her eyes could meet him. "Absolutely," he said. "I won't let a goddamn soul lay a finger on you. You let me know when that happens, you hear? Did I ever tell you what happened to the last guy who tried feeling up one of my girls? He left my club with broken fingers. I tell 'em, you look, but you don't touch. Some guys just don't get the picture, so I send them a little reminder...using my bat." His eyes were stern, and the fury in his voice was palpable. "As long as you're working for me, you're safe. You hear me? You're as safe as a dove."

With that said, he led her out to the lounge. It was just about ready to start picking up soon. He checked his watch. About 8 PM.
 
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