Scribe's Retreat

Myavi looked up at Miyumi. "Aww... kitty doesn't want to get wet. So cute!"

Jacqueline sighed. "Yeah, cute." She was mentally calculating how much this hotel room would cost her if she didn't produce film. She set up the tripod and had the camcorder ready.

Myavi simply smiled at her pretty little kitten. "Awww... kitty. You know it's okay, okay?" she stretched out the back of her hand to her feline lover. "I know." Myavi slowly stripped out of her clothes, shedding her red top, and short matching miniskirt. She was stripping away from the camera, slowly revealing her tanned naked flesh. No bra, just a red thong to match her red outfit. She bent over, her unblemished rear towards her kitten, and smiled looking back towards her. She then turned towards them, her small breasts and flaccid penis in full view. She quickly turned towards the creamy bath, flicking her hand in the warm water, then lifting the warm wetness to her lips. The liquid messily flowed down her hands, her arms, and down her underdeveloped breasts, trickling down her body. She did this again, her back to the camera. She arched back, letting cream flow down the back of her body, sensual rivulets tracing the curve of her body. She turned to look at Miyuvi. "Kitty, wouldn't you like some cream?" she smiled. She then sat at the edge of bath, and dipped in a towel, filling it with cream. She arched again, squeezing the contents of the wet towel on her petite body. She made sure plenty of cream dripped on her cock, slowly becoming engorged with blood. She stroked it, applying cream and giving it a thin film of white, as she looked directly into the eyes of her kitten.

"Kitty..." she smiled, "Wouldn't you like some cream? Aren't you just... thirsty...?"

RE: Scribe's Retreat

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RE: Scribe's Retreat

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Jackson thought he'd let the couple stir a bit. Why were they here? Did she know? Did *he* know? Jackson had already received the pictures of Sana, and was quite pleased with seeing her lovely body. The couple seemed to be formally addressed, but not for this occasion. He loved seeing a woman properly dressed just so he could take her down -- ah, that was it. This was one of Sana's office outfits, and he oh so delighted in imagining what sort of awful wonderful things he would do to her dressed like that. He took a sip of his champagne.

"Some wine, sir?" asked one of the women. The waitress serving the husband, was clad in black, in a cocktail waitress' uniform. She was blonde and young, like the other women here. Her V-line showed off her pronounced breasts, and it was not unusual that the husband gazed a long look at her, desiring of the woman who was not his wife. Meanwhile, another, more conservatively dressed woman, served Sana, offering her a drink.

It was a bit unusual, the couple sat for fifteen minutes, with the third chair ostensibly empty. The room itself was quite large, almost engulfing the small couple. It was ornately designed, gold pillars holding up a vaulted ceiling. Red velvet furniture along the walls. Complex patterns weaving red and black upon the carpet. Red candles in golden candelabras. Little talk was made by them, and the husband soon became a little woozy. "Sir, let me help you," one of the prettier cocktail waitresses said, escorting him, a little too agreeable, out of the room. She lead him, her hips swaggering, upon too-high heels and black stocking legs. Towards the back of the red and black room was a dark red curtain, now a little more ostensible as the husband and waitress walked towards it. The crowd began to notice, knowing murmurs and smiles erupting among the audience.

It was soon time. Jackson made his way to the table, sitting in the unoccupied chair. "Hello, Sana," he said. "Do you know why you're here? I understand you have quite a need of money right now, and your husband has sent me pictures of you, in indiscreet positions, showing your lovely body. You are a very beautiful woman, Sana, and you should have more. And I want you. I want your body. I want you for the night, and I want your husband to watch me fulfill you like he cannot. And I believe that since you are still here, I think this is quite agreeable with you."

Jackson led the woman to the curtain. Eyes descended upon them, raging with jealousy. Lust. Anticipation. The curtain lifted, to reveal a nearly naked man, the husband. Sana's husband sat gagged with a chastity belt on, upon on the bed. Was he here willingly? Did he have a say in this? "He should be recovering from the 'wine' we served him awhile ago," said Jackson, standing behind Sana. He was leaning close, his quiet breath upon her lithe neck. "He was quite willing to be led by our pretty waitress, don't you think?" Jackson smiled. "I think his eyes roam away from you. Even now, he glances at other women while you stand in front of him. Look at your husband. Weak. Useless. Incapable. Wouldn't you rather have the company of an older man, a successful man, who can give you what you really want? Your greatest desires? I know you have wants. Perhaps needs you won't admit that you must have." Jackson positioned himself behind Sana, his body touching hers, her curves fitting his muscular body. His warm breath met her neck, as he slowly touched her, his hands sliding across her waist, up towards her chest. His fingertips gently massaged her, his fingers feeling her warm firm breasts through the fabric. He slowly pulled her close to her, her beautiful curved bottom touching his heavy firm need. His lips gently grazed her ear, as his warm breath became hot and liquid. Everyone was watching her. Jealousy, appreciation, desire.

Everyone, including her husband.