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The Persephone Society (DudeMeister and Sensualist)

DudeMeister

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Apr 29, 2013
The strobe lights flashed maniacally as the booming music blasted through the speakers like a deafening drone. Dancers crowded the dance floor in a surge of provocative energy, the lone bartender at his wits end to get every patron's order. Sitting at the bar, Lucas lifted the shot of Scotch to his lips to down it. Normally he had a problem with drinking on an assignment, but this was a special case. Why else would one go to a nightclub other than to dance, drink, or hook up? The hired killer made sure not to stand out, despite his striking features. He was 6'1'', broad of shoulder and narrow of waist, with jet black hair that was cut short and neat, and piercing blue eyes. He could meld into a crowd easily enough, but he wasn't nondescript.

Conveniently placed behind the bar was a mirror, so as the assassin inconspicuously sipped his rye he kept an eye on his target. The mobster he was set to kill cut an ill figure in the purple silk shirt he chose to wear, trying to score with women young enough to be his daughters. The man was a gangster, a killer, and a drug dealer. That made him an acceptable target to Lucas. When the perverted codger stepped off the dance floor to head to the men's room, the hit man made his move. Slipping through the tangle of writhing bodies, Lucas followed his mark to the bathroom. His bodyguards were busy entertaining fast women in their booth. This could end very quickly and simply if Lucas played his cards right. Pulling on a pair of black gloves, he stepped into the bathroom and made note that there was nobody in other than the two of them. As the man finished washing his hands and turned, Lucas's blow caught him in the throat.

His strike would crush the larynx, and the man slowly sank lifelessly to the ground as his lungs were robbed of air. Lucas buttoned his coat after that and walked out, leaving the obnoxious house music of the nightclub through a side entrance. He would collect his pay upon the morrow. His employer should be pleased at his handiwork.
 
Senator David Hazeldine clicked to rewatch the video clip, a slow smile spreading across his lips. He'd paid (or rather had someone pay) a crime scene photographer for the raw take of the footage, rather than the edited version released to the media. And it was worth it, he thought, to see Guang Li Zhan lying all crooked and limp on the men's room floor, like a puppet with its strings cut, his tongue bulging from his mouth like a fat piece of purple steak, his eyes wide and glazed with fear and pain and death.

He clicked to play it again when it finished. Just once more, he thought to himself with some satisfaction. Well, maybe just twice...

Eventually, he closed the video clip and opened an anonymously labeled app on his computer. A box of green on black text popped up, scrolling as the VPN ran through a multi-layered onion router, and finally created an untraceable connection to the nameless darknet site. He privately thought of it as the 'kill list'; it was a bulletin board for specialised services, sort of a Craigslist for assassins, hitmen, professional thieves and torturers and other unsavoury types.

The senator clicked on a numbered account, registering that the job he had contracted for had been completed to his satisfaction. The site churned for a minute, then a message popped up indicating the contractor had counter-acknowledged, and was ready to arrange payment. He clicked on the link, and a small, grainy video window popped up; the less bits they sent, the less chance there was of being intercepted by the NSA, FBI, Zhan's associates... or other factions.

“Mr... Lucas,” he addressed the man. Hazeldine was handsome in that square-jawed, electable way, his dark brown hair winged with silver at the temples, his features more distinguished than aged. He had met a lot of dangerous people in his career... power-brokers, special forces officers, gangsters like Zhan... but none of them had made the hair stand up on the back of his neck like 'Lucas' did. Every Beltway-insider survival instinct he had told him that the man was dangerous. Still, Hazeldine fixed Lucas with a campaign-poster smile. “Nicely done. I've just been reviewing the news reports about Mr. Zhan's unfortunate... accident. I know your interests in the matter are strictly mercenary, but trust me, you've done this country – the world – a favour in this case. Mr. Zhan's death will put a significant damper on the Triads' activities on the east coast.

“Still, I imagine you'd like to receive your just rewards for a job well done?” Hazeldine glanced at his watch, and a moment later there was a chime at the door of Lucas' hotel room. “That should be it now.” The senator smiled.
 
The rest of that night was spent wandering the streets in silent contemplation on his way to his hotel room. He had been at this for five years...and had been in the business of ending life for far longer than that. It was true that Zhan needed to be taken down, and his acceptance of pay to do that was a fortunate convenience. That didn't mean that killing a man was no light matter. Despite his trade, Lucas refused to undervalue human life. That's what allowed him to stay on the right side of the line between contract killer and maniacal murderer.

Once up in his hotel room, Lucas slipped out of his coat to reveal the silenced pistol he had holstered under his arm. He placed it on the bed and reached behind him to take out a couple of knives, and reached in his pocket to remove his garrote. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt revealed his well honed body. Dense and subtle muscle that was built for power, but not bulky enough to slow him down. He fulfilled his training regiment that consisted of squats, sit-ups, pull ups, and countless pushups on his hardened knuckles. After taking a soothing shower, he laid upon his hotel bed in nothing but his boxers and slowly slipped off into slumber, the death mask of Zhan making more than one appearance in his dreams that night.

He ended up contacting Hazeldine later the next morning. The transaction went smoothly as usual as they spoke through the video, Lucas wearing a pair of dark cylindrical sunglasses, however the mention of his reward caught him off guard. Was he planning to double-cross him? At the knock at his door, he hastily got up and tiptoed to peer through the hole to see who it was, a knife ready in his deft hand in a reverse grip.
 
Moving silently across the plush carpet of the upscale hotel room, Lucas positioned himself on one side of the doorframe – shooting through the door as soon as you saw the increased brightness of the peephole's cover being removed from the inside was an old killer's trick. In the distorted, fisheye view it afforded him, he saw a young woman waiting outside the room, dressed in a bellhop's uniform, her dark hair neatly tucked under a cap, holding a small tray in one gloved hand, on which lay a cream-coloured envelope. Lucas flicked a practised gaze over her, and the uniform was well-fitted enough to her shapely form that he could discern no signs of concealed weaponry on her – at least from this side.

There was a chuckle from the still-open laptop. “Allow me to apologise, Mr. Lucas,” Senator Hazeldine said ruefully. “That came out rather more ominously than I intended it to. No, I have no intentions of reneging on our deal or trying to, ah, eliminate you. In fact, along with your agreed upon fee, I have something to offer you that I hope will encourage you to stick around so that we might conduct more business together. Besides, if I was going to assassinate you, I'd hardly send my own daughter to do the job, would I?”
 
Lucas had his blade poised and ready to lash out at a moment's notice, however as he looked through the peephole, he saw it was simply a woman in a bellhop's uniform. She seemed harmless enough, devoid of a killer's coldness in her eyes. His head turned to face the open laptop as he heard Senator Hazeldine laugh and offer him some sort of explanation. Growling lowly, he sheathed his assassin's dagger.

"Sending your daughter to the hotel room of a contract killer? That seems a bit unscrupulous don't you think? What if I was the excessively jumpy type?" he shot back at him before he opened the door.

The lens of the peephole distorted his vision greatly. Although dressed in a simple bellhop's uniform and her dark hair tucked beneath a hat, he took in the lovely refined features of her face, and detected hints of a shapely figure beneath the clothing she wore. Senator Hazeldine might have been a sick fuck, but at least his daughter was hot. Reaching over to the tray, he grasped the envelope cautiously before opening the door more for her.

"Come in...make yourself at home" he said with courtesy as he stepped aside for her to come in. Even though he was an assassin, he liked the sight of a gorgeous woman. Though he would save the sweet talking until after his conversation with Hazeldine was over. It wouldn't be wise to piss off his employer.

Sitting in front of the laptop once again, he opened the envelope. It contained the amount in cash, as was agreed upon earlier, but with that was a letter. His eyes skimmed over it quickly before he looked to the screen.

"Mind telling me what this is?" he asked him
 
“I was counting on your reputation for precision and discretion being well founded. And, frankly, your business sense – why kill someone if there's nothing in it for you, and a great deal of opportunity should you refrain?” Hazeldine steepled his fingers on the screen, waiting patiently as Lucas attended to his visitor.

The woman outside the hotel room cocked her head slightly, expectantly as Lucas opened the door. She met his gaze frankly, before her blue eyes dropped, making a survey of him. Seeing as he stood there in just his underwear, there was plenty of lean, sculpted muscle for her to run her eyes over. Her expression as she looked down the cleft of his pectorals, the hard undulations of his stomach and firm trunks of his thighs was not displeased, and she smiled, her smooth cheeks dimpling nicely around crimson lips.

“Thanks...” she said, discarding the tray against the wall as soon as he'd taken the letter off it. She leaned back, pushing the door closed with her slenderly curved weight, then swayed into the room. “It's a little lower-rent than I'm used to, but we'll make do.” She picked a French Court-style chair and seated herself in it, relaxing – or rather, slipping into a comfortable poise that didn't fail to show off her supple figure to best effect – and watched Lucas thoughtfully. There was a faint, satiny rasp from the bellhop pants as she crossed her legs, and she absently dandled one of her Louboutins from her toes as she waited.

The senator smiled as Lucas resumed his place in front of the computer with the letter. Attached to the paper was a card, much like a credit card mailout (something that Lucas wasn't personally all that familiar with, due to his lack of permanent address and frequent changes in alias). This one was metallic black, with a very faintly embossed serial number and a logo of three stylised, intertwined dog heads.

“That, Mr. Lucas, is an offer of membership to a very exclusive club. An association of connoisseurs – like a wine taster's guild, or a platinum airline lounge. Though in this case, we are aficionados of something altogether more exquisite than cigars or vintage cars. Female flesh. That is your key to unlock access to a range of the most alluring, accomplished, intriguing and arousing women you've ever imagined.

“If you'll allow me to be crude, Mr. Lucas: it's an all-you-can-eat smorgasboard of world-class pussy.”
 
He eyed the woman as she discarded the tray in the manner of one who was happy to have completed her task. Walking in he heard the door close behind him. At her comment concerning the room, his gaze returned to her.

"What do you mean 'we'll make due'?" he asked her, before he realized that his conference call was still on. Electing to finally put something on, he grabbed a black short sleeved shirt and hastily pulled it over his head before he sat in front of the open laptop once again. Rummaging through the contents of the envelope, he came upon the mysterious black card and regard it curiously. As his employer filled him in as to what it was, he couldn't help but wonder how far the rabbit hole went. Political assassination wasn't uncommon. He pulled off many of those, both as an agent and as a private contractor. But what this man seemed to be involved with seemed sinister. This 'smorgasbord of world class pussy' as he liked to call it reeked of human trafficking. He doubted the scruples of one who would dirty his hands like that. Lucas felt he should be prudent, and kept all of this to himself.

"Hmm, I see. So why are you offering me such a lavish gift?" he asked him
 
Senator Hazeldine smiled the quiet smile of an angler who believed he had a fish on the hook, and now just needed to reel in the line.

“As I said, my intention is to further our business relationship. I'm an ambitious man, Mr. Lucas, I make no bones about that. And ambitious men like me are the ones who keep your children shod – so to speak. Zhan is not the only individual whom I believe is an impediment to my goals. There are other targets I need... dealt with, and more to the point, there will be more in the future as the situation changes, whom I do not yet know the identities of because they haven't yet crossed me.” Hazeldine's eyes flashed with a steely light.

“I'd like to make you an offer. I want to put you on retainer. You remain available to me, and I will provide you with the details of targets are regular intervals. You'll be paid your usual fee plus, shall we say a ten percent bonus per successful assignment – cumulatively. And in the mean time, I sponsor you as a member of the Society, to give you something rather enjoyable to occupy your time with between jobs.

Hazeldine lowered his chin, looking through the camera at Lucas from under his brows with a confident, trustworthy, politician's smile. “Does that seem acceptable?”
 
Lucas considered Hazeldine's words carefully, tapping the black card against the table from time to time as he mulled over what to do. It would seem that this Senator was even more ambitious then he previously thought. Zhan was but his first contract with him, and from what he was telling him, he felt he would need Lucas' services for future wet work. He wasn't sure what Hazeldine was after, what goal he wished to achieve with all the intrigue and bloodshed that Zhan's death seemed to be a prelude to. However being put on retainer and earning a ten percent bonus ontop of his usual fee (which was considerable) was a great deal. This would be every hired gun's dream job. That plus the promise of a healthy amount of 'distraction' did plenty to sweeten the deal. Even hired hit men like Lucas had needs, there was no way he'd refuse.

"Well I was promised future contracts from other ambitious patrons as yourself, but under the circumstance I believe I can afford to terminate all other contracts for now. I accept" he said.

"However, were do I find this 'social club'? And how do I use this?" he asked him, holding up the black card so that his employer could view it.
 
The Senator smiled a slow, wide, cold sort of smile as Lucas agreed to the arrangement. It was the smile of a dragon settling down on its hoard of gold. “Excellent. This will prove to be a most mutually beneficial endeavour, Mr. Lucas. You will make a great deal of money – and I will gain a great deal of influence.”

He glanced at the card as Lucas held it up to the camera, then shook his patrician head briefly. “It's not that sort of club – not one with permanent facilities. Though from time to time there are scheduled meetings for any members in an area who wish to attend at private residences, or hired venues. Think of it more as a shared secret handshake – it allows you to recognise certain people you may meet as fellow members of the Society, and enjoy certain services from them. I believe my daughter can explain further. Claire?”

The brunette glanced up and planted her high-heeled boots on the floor, rising and swaying slowly over to where Lucas sat. She perched herself on the edge of the table where the laptop rested, just to one side of the camera's field of view, her back arched slightly with a model's poise, one hand resting on her knee, the other hanging near his leg, drifting idly back and forth.

“It's pretty straightforward, handsome,” Claire Hazeldine drawled, giving him a smouldering look and sly smile. She rolled up one sleeve, revealing a worked silver bracelet around her wrist with a symbol on its surface. The engraving was of something like a five-petalled flower or piece of fruit with a cluster of round seeds at its heart. “This is the pomegranate symbol – if you see it on a piece of jewellery, a tattoo or something like that, it means the wearer is a Persephone... one of the female members of the Society. You show one of them – one of us – the mark of the Hadeans,” she nodded at the Cerberus-head sign on the card, “and... well...”

She gave a small shrug that was nonetheless laden with unspoken erotic potential.
 
Lucas' eyes wandered off the screen to the sultry woman who strutted towards him, every step a subtle seduction, the gaze of a woman who he'd like to get hot and bothered. Making a little room for her as she planted her magnificent rump on the edge of the table, he looked up to her admiringly, her ample bust raised with her arched back. She raised her sleeve to reveal that silver bracelet she bore, explaining to him the significance of pomegranate symbol.

"Well, that seems to be simple enough. I think I will enjoy using this card for my benefit" he said, looking at her as she gave him that suggestive gesture that seemed to be a prelude for good things to come, before he turned to Hazeldine.

"Thank you very much for the fee and invitation. I'll contact you if I have further questions, and feel free to contact me when you have an assignment. Good bye" he said, before ending the call and closing the laptop.

Sitting back in his chair he regarded Claire appraisingly before he returned the sultry smile she graced him with earlier. Placing the black card on the table, he reclined further comfortably, his muscular legs spreading slightly as he gazed at her approvingly.

"So gorgeous, how do you suggest we spend the time? I can ring up room service for booze if you'd like" he offered, his eyes looking up to hers.
 
The Senator scowled for a moment as Lucas moved to turn off the screen, obviously unused to being the one who was dismissed in so peremptory a fashion. But he vanished before he could make his opinion on the matter known.

Claire giggled as Lucas closed the computer, then ran her eyes down his broad-shouldered, trim frame with as much frank interest as he showed her. “Well, that's up to you...” she purred, reaching up and removing her bellhop's cap. Beneath it, her dark hair was gathered into a loose bun held in place with ivory pins, but would clearly fall past her shoulders when released. Brushing her bangs out of her face, she reached down and undid the top couple of buttons on her jacket, revealing the slim, creamy curve of her throat and a hint of the upper swell of her breasts.

“You could order a bottle of champagne and we see where the morning takes us...” Claire lifted one leg, dragging the point of one of her high heels along his thigh muscle. “Maybe you want to take a bath, soak out some of that 'professional assassin' tension,” she tittered, a touch nervously. “Maybe you want me to invite a friend over to share. Or maybe there's something you've always wanted to do with a woman, some fantasy you've never tried...”

Claire watched him with a seductive heat in her eyes, crimson lips parted slightly, the tip of her pink tongue moistening them.

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Smirking slightly, Lucas looked down to his leg as he felt the tip of her heel caress against it dotingly, looking up to see her remove the cap from her head. He imagined that he'd be undoing that loose bun she held her hair up in the very near future, looking forward to seeing the luscious brunette's locks tumble artfully. Seeing her teasingly undo the first couple of buttons of her jacket coaxed him even further. His gaze became transfixed upon her crimson lips as she licked them suggestively. Claire certainly knew how to draw out a man. She wouldn't be complaining either. Gently grasping her leg and swaying it aside, he slowly stood up and moved closer to the woman, cradling her cheek softly as he kissed her other cheek with the utmost of tenderness, very close to her ear. He was an assassin, but that didn't mean he was crude and abusive. He knew that a woman would be more willing and eager of she was treated right.

His lips trailed up her jawline, kissing her earlobe gently as his hand flowed down from her cheek down to her slender neck, his thumb and forefinger busying themselves with undoing the third button of her coat.

"I don't think inviting a friend would be necessary. You're the type of woman who demands full attention" he said with a seductive and alluring voice, his lips kissing her ear attentively.

"Champagne and a bath seems like a good idea though. Would you like to get the water running and make yourself comfortable while I order champagne? I'll join you afterward so we can discuss what to do. I'm sure there are some things you'd ask of me...and I'd be willing to oblige" he said, his attentions shifting down her neck, his teeth gently sinking into the tender flesh before he kissed up to her chin. He was waiting for her to initiate the kiss on the lips, his attentions meaning to goad her to make the first advance in their lovemaking.
 
Claire lifted her chin as Lucas rose, watching him with slightly-lidded eyes and slightly-parted lips. She smiled as he cupped her cheek in his hand, feeling the trigger and knife-hilt callouses on his palms and the pads of his fingers, the scars where garrotting wire had dug into his knuckles. Her tongue darted out, brushing the heel of his hand where the veins of his wrist showed. The young woman felt her heart race; her father had briefed her on exactly how dangerous a man this was, and even if he hadn't shown her the crime-scene photos and body count, she could feel the hard, coiled tension in his body, see the coolness in his eyes beneath the smile and desire.

She arched responsively into his touch, her breath catching in her throat, her shoulders leaning in and head tilting as he kissed her ear. “Mhhhm...” she exhaled softly, involuntarily, her hand coming up to run along Lucas' upper arm and elbow, tracing the lines of lean muscle. She chuckled at his words, her even white teeth digging into her deep red lower lip. “Glad you think so. And just so you know... that card will already get you everywhere with me, but flattery certainly helps.

“Oh,” Claire gasped as his teeth prickled her neck, and by the time Lucas lifted his face towards hers she was breathing harder, her pale cheeks visibly flushed with arousal. Without prompting she darted forward, smothering his mouth with her plush lips, sucking the tip of his tongue between them for a lingering moment. She leaned back, smiling lasciviously, and nodded. Slipping off the table, she turned and headed towards the bathroom.

“I've always felt more comfortable naked, if that's what you mean,” she teased with a glance back over her shoulder, finishing the job of undoing her jacket. Claire let it fall to the ground behind her, revealing her sinuous, slender back, and that she wasn't wearing a bra. She pushed down her pants as she walked, the black lace waistband of a pair of sleek pantyhose visible clinging to her peach of an ass. Claire entered the bathroom, leaving the door standing open, and a few moments later there was the sound of running water and a few wisps of steam curled out of the doorway.
 
Lucas closed his eyes and cocked his head to the side as he felt her kiss his lips. Groaning involuntarily, he returned the kiss with full affection as his palm caressed her cheek gently. Her lovely crimson lips were accentuated by her pale skin, yet as their amorous prelude to the good times to come brought more color to her cheeks. He caught a glimpse of this when they briefly broke their kiss, his tongue tasting her warm lips as she suckled on it teasingly. He let her hop off the desk and head to the bathroom, a smirk played upon his lips as he saw her shrug out of her coat and step out of her pants. By the time he picked up the phone for room service, he caught a glimpse of her gorgeous ass through the see-through fabric of her pantyhose. Upon ordering the champagne, he elected to remove his shirt. He caught a glimpse of her, it was only fair that she have something to look at.

The sound of water filling the tub greeted him as he joined his guest in the bathroom. Standing behind her in front of the mirror he gently caressed her slender hips as he glanced at all that she bore in her reflection. He body bore curves in all the right places. A very perfect example of voluptuous elegance. Resisting the sudden urge to fondle her perky breasts, his palms messaged her slender abdomen as his lips slowly kissed up her shoulder. One hand crept up her arm and shoulder, eventually reaching for the ivory pins that held her hair up. Pulling them out, her brunette locks fell in an artful tumble. His smiled in approval as his lips kissed up her neck.

"Tell me truly: do I frighten you?" he asked, detecting a slight hint of apprehension in her gestures and her face. Not that he could blame her: he was a contract killer after all.
 
Water guttered from the gold-plated faucets as Lucas entered the room, stirring the tub's water up and generating a mountain range of frothing white bubbles atop it. The air smelled faintly of lavender. Claire met his gaze as he came up behind her, though her eyes drifted down over the hard expanse of his bared torso with no sign of displeasure. His chin could rest atop her head as he stood behind her, framing her subtly curved figure in the reflection as it slowly steamed up.

Her hips shifted to the side at his touch, a seductive roll (perhaps conscious, perhaps not) into his palms. Claire smiled and tilted her head as he kissed her shoulder, biting down on a faint moan, and shook her head to let her hair tumble down as he unpinned it. “Oh,” she exhaled very slightly at the feel of his lips on her throat and hands on her stomach, stretching langorously at the sensual contact. Lucas felt her stiffen at his question, and Claire's hands pressed against his, as if holding the scarred, calloused, killer's hands in place with her own delicate white digits.

The young woman twisted, letting her look up at his face from the corner of his eye and letting him feel her breath on his jaw as she spoke. “Honestly? Yes,” she admitted quietly. Claire pushed down on his hands, guiding them south on her sleek body. Even through the clinging, sheer black material of the pantyhose, Lucas could feel the heat emanating from her core, and the wetness that soaked the fabric with its feminine perfume.

“And that excites me.”
 
Lucas enjoyed the slight undulating of her tight body at his touch. It seemed that his gentle advances were going well to get such a reaction. Her slight moans and gasps encouraged him further as he kissed her neck, his teeth gently grazing her tender skin as his lips sucked to give her a love bite. His eyes gazed at her's in their reflection in the mirror as she answered his questions, but smirked as her dainty digits guided his hands to her aroused womanhood, her feminine essences moistening the fabric of her hose. Pulling Clair closer into his embrace, his hands gently caressed down her swaying hips like water flowing around a rock and slowly slipped down her pantyhose. Once the see-through garment was lowered to about mid thigh, he smirked at her reflection before caressing her sweet and tender sex with a finger, his digit gently tracing her labia as his free hand cupped her beautiful right breast.

His lips assaulted her neck with lustful kisses, his finger rubbing her clit insistently as he fondled her tits. Just as he thought her shapely bosom filled his hand comfortably, his thumb and forefinger gently giving her nipple a pinch as he grasped it. As his attentions on her moist core intensified, he pulled her in some more, his hips involuntarily prodding into her's, the aroused column of manly flesh brushing against her ass slightly, his fingers curling inside of her as his lips kissed her cheek. Their amorous entanglement would be interrupted by the doorbell. Groaning slightly, he reluctantly freed his hand from her moist pussy and unraveled his embrace. Walking to the door, he was presented with the bottle of champagne that he ordered minutes ago, resting in a bucket of ice with a pair of matching glasses. Moments later a loud pop could be heard as he opened the bottle, filling a pair of glasses before he came back to the bathroom to give his lovely guest a glass. Setting the bucket beside the tub, he took a sip from his own glass before he set it on the sink and slipped out of his boxers.

"I hope all is to your liking Claire. I'd like to think that I'm not too much of a chore for you" he said as he picked up his glass. His freed member was a proud specimen of 8 inches...and it wasn't completely aroused yet. But that wasn't to far off at the sight of the gorgeous babe before him.
 
Reaching back, Claire grasped Lucas' hips, clutching herself tighter against him as his fingers explored her womanhood. She stifled a shivery moan of pleasure as her supple pink folds stretched around the welcome invading digits, and her juices flowed down to his knuckles, filling the air with a musky, sweetly wanton scent that almost overpowered the floral aroma rising from the bath tub. “Oh... uh... god...” she whimpered, her breasts thrusting out eagerly into his hand, and she bit her lip as a spark of pleasure raced through her from the tweak of her pebbled nipple.

When the man released her from his embrace at the sound of the door, she voiced an involuntary mewl of displeasure and frustration, reaching out to grab the mirror's frame as her momentarily shaky knees trembled. Claire squeezed her smooth white thighs shut where Lucas' hand had been, and gazed at him hotly in the reflection just before it steamed over, her eyes demanding and promising pleasure in equal measure. Lucas went to retrieve their drink from the (rather embarrassed, when he saw the man's state of undress) room service waiter, and on returning to the bathroom heard the taps shut off, and a wet, silky sound from the tub.

Claire had slid into the bath in his absence, warm water and crests of white foam covering her from toe to shoulder, restoring some modesty. She gave him a sultry smile as she saw him return with the champagne glasses, and lifted her arms to receive it, letting water and foam cascade down her slim arms. She raised her drink to her mouth, taking a sip, and pausing as she saw Lucas slide out of his underwear. Her gaze slid along his stomach as he was fully revealed to her, clearly enjoying the way his toned, hard flesh rose smoothly to the long, thick, rigid apex of his manhood. She set her glass down, a red crescent-moon of lipstick on the brim, and draped her arms over the edges of the tub.

“Are you fishing for compliments?” she teased, her nails absently tracing over the smooth white ceramic, leaving trails of water and popping bubbles. “Do you want me to say that, yes, it probably will be difficult to fully satisfy that nice, big cock? That I'll probably be aching and sore in all the best ways after you've enjoyed my body in any... in every... way you hunger for? Yes, it probably will be a chore..but that doesn't mean I won't enjoy every minute of it.”
 
Lucas returned to the pleasant sight of his guest lounging in the bath, the foam obstructing most of what he seen earlier in the mirror. Taking a sip of his champagne, he eyed her as she sat up and leaned over the edge of the tub, her lustful gaze enticing him to join her in the bath. He chuckled slightly at her response.

"You're a smartass...I think we'll get along famously. Don't worry, you'll enjoy it. I have received no complaints from women in the past, but I'll put in the extra effort for one as lovely as you" he said, before slipping in the tub with her. The warm water was even more soothing than he'd imagined. His lifestyle forced him to keep a strict training regiment, so any respite from the aches and pains that accumulated over time was welcome"

"Cheers" he said, holding up his glass to clink with her's, before he downed it in a single swig. Placing in down beside the tup, he found himself gazing into her eyes once again, before his eyes lowered to her luscious lips. Lucas sat up and gently reached for her hand, his lips pressing against her dainty digits.

"How about a kiss dear?" he requested
 
Claire watched him swallow his champagne in one go, sipping her own and relishing the feel of bubbles bursting against her tongue and tickling her nose. "Mhhhm. Cheers." The water lapped at her as he pulled himself up and took her free hand, his rough lips brushing her fingers.

"Such a gentleman," she teased. "I'm here, all naked and soapy, and all you want is a kiss? That's not very ambitious, is it?" she said, her voice gradually dropping into a sultry purr as she went on. Claire shifted herself, rising up a little, her gown of foam sliding slowly down her bare flesh as she leaned towards Lucas. She moved closer in the tight confines of the tub, her slim, shapeful form squeezing between his knees easily thanks to her slick skin, nestling up to the man. Claire's eyes glittered and her crimson lips parted with a faint sigh of anticipation as she brought her face down to his, finally kissing him with eagerness. Her mouth was warm, with the sweet tang of champagne on her soft lips and a playful invitation as she dragged the tip of her tongue along Lucas' lower lip. One hand rested on his thigh, the other draped on the hard plane of his chest as she bent into the kiss, voicing a muffled sound of enjoyment.
 
"Don't worry, I'm ambitious enough. I just like to ease into things. I'd rather there be no awkwardness between us before we have our romp..." he said with a smirk before she sat up slightly. His eyes gazed into her's before he lowered his look to her slick breasts. The soapy water slowly dripped down, giving him the reveal of her beautiful pink nipples. He reclined back as she climbed upon him like a lioness stalking her prey and closed his eyes as their lips met once again. Her lips were warm and soft, and he groaned gently as he felt her agile pink tongue against his lower lip. His thigh obliged to her touch by closing in against her hand, his chest raising into her other caressing palm as he breathed through his nose.

It wasn't long before his own touch accompanied the heated moment as the two made out passionately. His tongue glided along her's in an erotic dance as he entangled his finger's through her hair, the other hand caressing down her wet back to submerge under the bathwater, his fingers not hesitating to grasp and play with her ass. More than once he found himself grinding his hips into her suggestively, his hand interrupting it's attentions upon her rear to pull her leg up so that she could straddle him. Chuckling softly he kept kissing Clair for what seemed like forever, before he felt ready to break the warm seal of their lips and make a first request of sorts.

"So tell me Claire: do you have a specialty or preference, or are you all around great in bed?" he asked, his lips pressing against her neck as he caressed up her back soothingly.
 
Claire responded with eager grace to his touch, her lips diving deeper into his, her back arching with a feline ripple of pleasure as his fingers walked along it. She pushed her ass back into his hand as he caressed there, the firm little curve grinding against his palm as she raked her nails playfully across the taut, slick skin of his chest, leaving faint white streaks that quickly flushed red. Between his legs, her other hand moved up his muscular thigh and curled inwards, letting her cup his testes and gently massage them as they bobbed in the warm water.

Luckily, the bath tub was luxuriently spacious, so when Lucas coaxed her up Claire was able to mount him almost fully, her knees around his waist, her hips nestled nicely just above his hard cock. As he broke the kiss she exhaled, rolling her lower body so that her ass and crotch rubbed soapily against him. She layed her hands on his chest and pushed upright, letting her fingers stroke along his collarbone as she gazed down at him with half-lidded, sensuous eyes. "I guess you'll have to find out," she teased, biting her lower lip. "We'll have to try... everything... and see what you like best." As she spoke she moved her hands to her own figure, slowly running them up her waist to her breasts as if to emphasise the subtle curves of full display. She cupped her breasts in her palms, lifting them, squeezing them, tweaking her own nipples until she inhaled sharply.

As he kissed her throat she moaned, tilting her head, a few silky dark strands of hair falling to tickle his face. "I will say, though, that I do yoga and gymnastics, so I"m very... flexible. In every sense of the word."
 
A muffled groan of pleasure left his lips as he was lost in the kiss they shared, enjoying the feeling of her hand cupping his testes to caress them softly. He body was so perfect, so responsive to his touch. As she ground her hips into him, his hand grasped her ass more firmly, giving it a playful swat before he pinched it once again. Their lips parted from the sensual kiss after what seemed like an eternity, and he reclined back to watch her hands slide up her hips to her breasts. His gaze fell to her lovely mounds as she handled them deftly, enjoying the sight of her well sized mounds. He than sat up and roughly tugged her hands away to pull her into an even closer embrace. His eyes closed as his mouth hungrily engulfed the nipple of her right breast, his tongue flicking against the sensitive nub of flesh until it hardened. His other hand slid up to give her other breast some love, his palm cupping it firmly as he indulged in suckling on her breast.

"Mmmm...I can play with your tits forever dear" he said after his hungry mouth let her breast go with a subtle plop of his lips. He than cupped the breast he previously suckled as he flicked his tongue at her hardened nub.

"I'd like to take this too the bed. I like to explore a your body...to give you the utmost pleasure..." he said with a smirk as his body writhed under her's, gently urging her to climb off of him so that he could get up. His well honed body dripped as he stepped out of the tub. Reaching for a towel, he hastily dried himself off.

"...which is only fair, since I'd like a nice blow job from you afterward" he added, unashamed of his blunt request.
 
Claire gasped as Lucas' hand snapped against her derrière, but the sound of surprise quickly turned to a naughty purr and she wriggled her soap-slicked behind against his hand provocatively. She giggled as he manoeuvred his way to her pert, upthrust breasts, then uttered a long, breathy moan as his mouth devoured each eager nipple in turn. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders, the heels of her palms grinding against his pectorals, her nails digging desperately into the bone of his clavicle as he licked and suckled. “Oh – oh – ohhhh. Forever?” she smiled, glossy lips parted as she panted softly. With a kittenish moue, she said: “You promise?”

She gave an indignant squawk as Lucas slid out from beneath her, and she rolled herself around in the tub. Her glare of annoyance faded into one of interest as he exited the bath, however, rivulets of water and sheets of foam cascading down his chiselled form. Claire stretched herself luxuriantly out in the tub. “After all the trouble I went to running this lovely bath, you just want to go to bed? How boring. What a spoilsport,” she teased, before rising herself like a dripping wet Venus in the half-shell, suds trickling away from the peaks of her breasts like a slow strip-tease.

Reaching for another towel, Claire took her time rubbing every... single... inch of her slim, curved body with the soft white fabric, covering herself whenever Lucas looked her way, but always offering him a teasing glimpse of shoulder, hip, ass or side-breast. At last, when she was dry she reahed up and unpinned her gleaming ravenette hair, letting it spill down around her shoulders as she swayed back to the bedroom with the towel wrapped around her body. Perching herself on the edge of the bed, Claire crossed her legs and smiled up at the man, leaning back slightly and resting her hands on the bed behind her.

“So... tell me more about this... utmost... pleasure...” she purred invitingly.
 
Lucas enjoyed the slight gasp Claire uttered as his hand collided with her lovely athletic rump, his eyes locked in a sensual gaze as she uttered her subtle pleasured purr. She had an uncanny way of moving in his arms, her every gesture and mannerism drawing him into her web of seduction more and more. He relished the taste of the sensitive skin of her breasts, making love to each of them in turn before he unpredictably bucked her off of him. As he reached for a towel, he couldn't help but chuckle at her annoyed glare, taking his sweet ass time drying himself off for her viewing pleasure.

"It was certainly a lovely bath, and it was rather hard to bring myself to buck you off like that, but I'm sure you'd like the comfort of the bed." he added, trailing off towards the end of his sentence as she rose, the image of her wet form the culmination of every man's desires. She was a Venus that put Botticelli's to shame.

It would seem that her retaliation to his own teasing was rather tantalizingly sweet. Every time he glanced at her, she obscured his view of 'the goods', but she was certainly kind enough to grant him the fleeting view of her lovely curves. The way her brunette locks cascaded down drove him mad as she sauntered off towards the bed, perching against it's edge before crossing her legs. As she asked him to tell her about this utmost pleasure, her smirked and slowly approached her. Lucas smiled as he gazed into her beautiful eyes, leaning forward to capture her lips in a tender kiss. Her lips were warm and inviting, his tongue slipping past them to meet her's. His approaches weren't forceful, but definitely that of a man full of need and desire. Lucas gently ran his fingers through her hair before he broke the kiss, his smoldering gaze still locked onto her. His lips graced her neck, kissing down her collarbone and toward the hem of the towel that wrapped around her breasts. He gently kissed the top of one of her luscious mounds before he took the hem of the cloth between his teeth, pulling it apart to reveal what he desired to see.

"I'd say it's best to get rid of this" he whispered, tossing the towel away before he sat down upon his knees before her, leaning over to plant kisses upon her thigh. Hey pulled away and looked up at her with a playful smile, his fingers gently goading her legs to part before he kissed the inside of her thigh teasingly, the tip of his tongue tracing it's path towards her center and coming face to face with her lovely flower. Licking his lips suggestively, he gazed at her lovely pink folds before gently lapping at her sensitive clitoris groaning in delight at her taste. From the onset his licks were gentle, taking pleasure in tasting her sweet warmth. His lips soon kissed and suckled upon her clit before relinquishing it's hold on them and letting his tongue slither within her.
 
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