Life (Tatcon and his Lucy)

[Tatcon Valdez]

As the sun crested the horizon and started to paint a yellow canvas over the silent ocean, Marcel drew in a slow, and calming breath. There was always something about the sunrise he had adored, something primordial, and that was probably the reason he had spent so much money to obtain the bit of property he now possessed, and had built his dream business upon.

It had once been a seaside resort, a three story five star hotel flanked on either side by three cottages which now served as rental properties and housing for the administrative staff of his business, which amounted to an accountant and a manager. But what was once a tourist destination was now a quaint little club for those who enjoyed the alternative lifestyle of BDSM, and for that, Marcel was the purveyor. He had spent many hours speaking with various individuals to recruit them into the life where they could serve his clients, while maintaining their autonomy, self-respect and safety, while partaking in their personal desires as a career while advancing themselves outside of the resort. The safety of his staff was a paramount to Marcel, and on the rare occasions where a customer had overstepped their bounds, they fell into the pervue of his day job, which never ended positively for the unruly clients.

Inside the manor, clients may be slowly awaking to pass by the counter staff and pay their dues, smiling softly as they return to their normal lives, whatever they may be, having spent the night among some of the most beautifully decorated modern rooms a hotel could offer, with lavish king sized beds, comfortable bathrooms fit with jacuzzi tubs, and a little side room equipped for all the pleasures one could want, within the comfort of the girl or boy who called that room their own.

Running his hand slowly over the soft fur of his Bernese mountain dog's head, Marcel smiled. Today felt like a good day.

 

[Tats lucy]

At this early hour, a petite figure wrapped a long vest closer around herself as she nervously made her way to the estate's main entrance. Last week she'd read the club had an opening at one of the fetish photography sites she checked regularly, and despite her rather subdued life she'd responded immediately; this was her chance to escape from the sideline.

Lucky for her, inexperience was apparently no reason for the club to turn her down, and she'd received the invite for an interview within days. Now, only a week from the moment she'd sent them her letter, she was on their doorstep, taking a deep breath before pushing the intercom button and announcing her rather early arrival.

The reason she stood there at only 7 in the morning was her morning class. She'd somehow have to combine this job, or lifestyle rather, with school - and if that meant getting up before sunrise, that was a sacrifice she'd make without thinking twice. The girl at the reception had given her a somewhat surprised but kind welcome and after checking the administration had escorted her to the owner's private quarters.

Liz took off her vest, folded it over her arm and straightened her clothes - a plain black corset with candy pink staylace above a black pencil skirt, legs adorned by thigh-high black stockings and simple mary jane shoes - and run a hand through long black hair, part of it tied by the same ribbon that functioned as staylace in her corset. With a last deep breath she'd attempt to calm the butterflies in her stomach, then knocked, soft smile spreading across her subtly glossed lips.

 

[Tatcon Valdez]

As soon as she had announced her entrance, the manager had stepped into the backyard of the manor, and stepped to Marcel's side, giving a small, polite bow to the owner as he looked up to her.

"Sir, the new applicant has arrived. She's being escorted up to your quarters pretty much as we speak." She said quietly, knowing that it was not well taken to interrupt Marcel during the sunrise. Not that he was prone to outbursts if he was, his demeanour at these times just seemed to warrant a little discretion, since he always appeared lost in the sight.

"Is it seven already?" He replied, looking to his watch to confirm that it was indeed the scheduled time for the girls appearance, and a slow grin passed over his lips. "Punctual little pet isn't she?" He commented, and his manager gave a small grin as well, being a bit of a dominant individual herself, which is how she had won the position. Giving a final stretch, Marcel would turn and walking inside, catching the private elevator from the lobby floor up to the top level, where his quarters and the offices of the administration were located. His timing was perfect, for when the doors of the elevator whooshed open, he would see the young beauty knocking even so lightly on his door.

"I regret to inform you that behind that door, there is no one listening. You're so punctual that our dear owner is not currently in his quarters. May I be of service?" He asked, playing away his position so he could see how she reacted to a stranger dressed in a plain black tee shirt, and slightly ruffled navy khakis wandering the upper halls of a manor such as this. His soft blue eyes took in her form, stance, and dress critically, as he measured her up in these first moments of meeting.

 

[Tats lucy]

A soft blush'd color her cheeks, caused more by surprise of the voice behind her than shyness. She'd turn around slowly, the laid back impression he made tugging her lips up just a little higher as she gave a slight nod of her head.

She was not entirely sure how to act upon the news that the owner was not present, and the loose way in which the stranger spoke of him had immediately caught her interest - choice of words was such a fascinating phenomenon. Pulling her shoulders up in a small shrug would express part of afore mentioned uncertainty, and she verbalised it politely in a soft but steady "I'm not entirely sure, sir. I had an appointment with him at 7..But, your calling me punctual leads me to assume you were aware of that.." She'd shortly make eye contact simply to reinstate that she was addressing him, then habitually fixed her gaze on his shoulder, slightly downcast but obviously still engaged.

In the time between her words and his reply, she pondered whether his vocabulary and stating awareness of her appointment were intentional, and made a game out of guessing, or perhaps rather gauging, the man's character and his part in this business.

 

[Tatcon Valdez]

"Indeed I am aware of your appointment, I was the one who made it for him." Was Marcel's immediate reply, glad that she had caught that he knew a bit too much to not have been involved in her selection process. Once the words were spoken, he would take a short time to look at her stance, and the careful way she held her eyes in a perfect manner. She was smart, and she had taken this lifestyle very seriously, and that almost made a small grin pass over his lips in the moment of silence between them.

But he did not wish the game to end just yet, but took a moment to think on how to proceed. Crossing his arms over his chest, he would lean against the door frame of the elevator, and continue watching her. "It may not be my place to ask miss, since I am but a manager in this resort, but would you tell me what it is that brought you here? Simple curiosity guides my questions, so please, feel free not to answer if you rather reserve it for the owner." He continued, partially thickening the veil between his true intentions and his ruse of a position to further gauge the girl before him.

 

[Tats lucy]

Liz would lightly shift her weight to one foot, readjusting the vest over her arm to buy herself a little more time. She could've sworn the reply to her application was signed by the owner himself, but then again.. wasn't it rather common for an employee to send replies 'in name of'..? She wouldn't know, it wasn't exactly her area of expertise.. this pondering was, however, and as soon as she realized she was doing it she shot the stranger an apologetic smile, not wanting to make him wait, and not wanting to seem impolite. Another thing she didn't want to seem was ignorant, and for that reason she let the whole manager / owner subject rest.

"As a manager, i'd reckon you're perfectly allowed to ask such a question, sir. Besides.. i would not be the one judging what your place is. Your questions are not the only things guided by simple curiosity, sir - so am i. Curiosity, or perhaps interest rather. I'm only.." she paused for a moment to decide on a word, then continued "distantly, familiar with this lifestyle, and i'd like that to change."

She'd look at him for another moment, a somewhat more relaxed expression settling on her face. Teeth would shortly trouble her bottom lip before she spoke again "I don't wish to be rude, but do you have any idea when mister..Reynolds - Reynolds, right? could be expected, sir? You see, i have morning classes in two hours, and i know that's a fair bit of time but i wouldn't feel comfortable having to rush through the interview."

 

[Tatcon Valdez]

When he had answered his question, he had given a small nod, tongue troubling the hair of his goatee just below his lip, action being stopped by her inquiry as to the whereabouts of the owner. Pausing for a moment of thought, he soon stood himself up straight, and took a step towards Liz, closing the limited distance between them.

"He's expected right now. Hello Liz, I'm Marcel Reynolds, it's a pleasure to meet you." He said calmly, small smile passing over his lips as he extended a hand to her in welcome. "You will have to pardon the small ruse, I find it easier to judge a person's character when they don't know who I am. Comes with my professional territory." He would add, waiting for her to take his hand, and if she should, he would take it firmly, and place a kiss upon the back of it before release.

"Come into my office and we can get this interview started, although you've pretty much addressed the major points I would want to cover, so I'll say you're doing well." He continued, stepping around her to reach the door to his quarters and unlock it.

 

[Tats lucy]

His minor revelation would evoke a quiet chuckle - first of all because she enjoyed games like this to no end, second of all.. because she'd been right; simple as that. Just a second before, she had observed his behavior, it was obviously laid back, but there had been a hint of amusement, for example the perhaps subconscious fidgeting with his goatee, that she couldn't quite justify, and now she knew why.

When he took a step towards her she reflexively backed away the fraction of an inch, but she met his smile with one of her own - and a rather amused one at that - while gently accepting his hand. "It's quite alright sir, there's definitely a truth to that. Pleasure to meet you too, mister Reynolds, and thank you for the compliment."

The compliment, along with the courtesy in his kissing the back of her hand, had in fact conjured another light blush and she lowered her head just a bit further because of that, while waiting for him to enter the office.

 

[Tatcon Valdez]

Opening the door, she would be greeted by a massive room with a lofty 4.5 meter ceiling, and across the room sat a pair of french doors which were now letting the sun stream in from the attached balcony. The walls and ceiling were an aged white, carefully picked for a clean, bright yet wisened look that appealed to Marcel's particular tastes. The floor, however, was fine hardwood, matching the tint of the large desk which sat in front of the french doors. Various office items crowded the walls, a fax machine, cabinets, and on one wall sat a small device which seemed to be a personal alarm station linked to each room. Otherwise the room was relatively devoid of anything which might give away any of Marcel's personal choices and preferences, locked behind one of the solid oak doors which stood off to the side of the room.

Stepping in before her, he would soon stand aside so she could pass, closing the door behind her before directing her to a comfortable antique seat which sat in front of his desk. Once she was seated, he would take a moment to wander around to his own seat, sitting down slowly while still observing the way she sat herself down, and the posture which she took. Of course all these were excuses to take in the subtle art of her frame, he soft curves, and her lovely face.

Folding his hands on his desk, he would think of a proper question, one which actually mattered to him more than any girl's kinks or desires. "What are you taking in school?" He asked plainly, because he would not accept a girl or boy to his employ were they not trying to better themselves outside of the manor.

 

[Tats lucy]

The room was majestic to say the least and Liz, gazing around with a slightly dropped jaw, was quite impressed by the combination of elegance and grandeur it possessed. "Quite an office you have here, sir" she murmured as she slowly made her way to the desk.

Once he gestured for her to take a seat she'd ease herself onto the chair he'd pointed out. Habitually not using more than front half of the seat, maintaining a comfortable yet active position, legs folded 'neath the chair, slightly turned to one side, hands resting cupped and palm-upwards in her lap. When he spoke she'd focus her eyes on his shoulder again, though until that time her gaze fluttered across the room, admiring the style and studying details of the interesting choice in furniture.

His question somewhat caught her off guard and she slightly canted her head as she looked at him, one brow raised lightly in surprise, a soft chuckle escaping her lips before she found herself capable of replying. "Eh..I, study philosophy, sir." After a second more of recovering, she'd add "With some luck, i should have my bachelor's degree by the end of next year."

She'd look down to her lap, straightening her corset and pushing a few strands of hair back into place - being unable to figure out why a question was asked always got her slightly nervous - or perhaps just eager to know.

 

[Tatcon Valdez]

He would give a small nod to her answer, and decided to lean back in his chair, resuming the calm, laid back approach which practically defined the man behind the manor. His mind however, was quite busy, happily taking in the lovely way she sat, he mannerisms and her subtle beauty. When he had seen her outside of his office, he had already made up his mind about her having a position, but what position exactly, he was not too sure of yet.

"I bet you're wondering why I asked about your schooling, and why that may be important. See, I believe a person's life in this lifestyle in enriched by remaining part of the 'real world', as in having a job, going to school, just something that will allow them to separate pleasure from everything else. It's born from personal experience, even I still have a day job, partially so I can maintain this manor more easily, and partially so when I do indulge in the beauty of this lifestyle, I can appreciate it fully, and more eagerly explore all possibilities." He explained, not really waiting for an answer as to whether she actually wanted to know or not. "I'm glad to see you're taking something such as philosophy...it's a smart area of study, one I respect, and a smart brain allows for better learning and enjoyment." He added, before shifting a bit in his chair.

"So what is it in yourself you'd like to discover with being part of this world my little Liz?" He now asked, picking his words carefully to further gauge her reaction to specific titles. Just another little game to play.

 

[Tats lucy]

His rather open observation of her made her slightly nervous, her mind trying to decide between being shy or flattered. The fact that he answered an unspoken question and did not require much of a reaction eased her nerves a bit and the enthusiasm showing on her face grew with nearly every word. She'd nod agreeingly and had to make an effort not to respond with 'exactly!' after every finished sentence.

Once he'd finished talking she needed a second to sort everything out. She concluded his opinion in "..it's a lifesstyle, not a life" and gave a short, agreeing nod, then hastily added "..and thank you for the compliment, sir". Next up in her train of thought was the idea of looking inside, she'd always preffered thinking about things that were.. well, not within herself. And the fact that he first of all called her 'his', second of all addressed her as 'little' and last but not least used her abbreviated name was a rather welcome distraction from that. She found all three of these things rather pleasant, comfortable one might say, making it easier to admit she didn't have a straight-to-the-point answer. "I'm not entirely sure, sir-" though, at the moment she began speaking, her mind forming an answer, she realized it was rather concrete after all "Or actually, i think what i would like to discover, if you wish to put it that way, is why i'm so undeniably attracted to this particular lifestyle..Looking for the part that makes me want to be part of it, perhaps." She'd look at him shortly to gauge his reaction, somewhat shy but determined expression on her own features.

 

[Tatcon Valdez]

Watching her face while she spoke, and thought about what she was going to say, Marcel grew amused. She had come to this place much like he had gone somewhere similar when he was young and stupid, and it had all culminated into this. Running his index finger over his lip, he waited until she was finished, and then slowly stood up.

"Stand up." he said, stepping around the desk so he was within an arms length of her, but no closer. He had a few small things in mind he wanted to test before giving her the news he was now withholding. Blue eyes looked directly into hers, as he contemplated the next move. "Leave the vest on the chair, and stand properly as you would expected to stand were you in my employ." He continued, voice carrying a commanding tone behind its softness.

 

[Tats lucy]

Slight smirk played across her lips in reaction to his amusement, wondering what was causing it; recognition, foreknowledge perhaps, or something she was entirely unaware of? Eyes would follow his movement as he got up and walked over, and despite his demand being somewhat unexpected and interrupting her contemplations, she did as asked quite easily.

Once she was up to her feet and facing him, she stared at the ground for a good while. Eventually she'd put her vest on the chair, fulfilling at least one part of his demand. However, now came the annoying part, the one she felt she could not comply to, and in stead would have to explain. So she lightly bit her lip and looked up at him, fingers fidgeting somewhat nervously, voice soft but still determined as she spoke "I'm sorry sir, but I couldn't do that. I'm only familiar with orchestrated pictures and don't have any experience what so-ever; I simply don't know how to. I'd be happy to learn if you're willing to explain, though."

Admitting to a lack of knowledge, or perhaps revealing the fact she could not act without it, was quite something for Liz, deep blush on her cheeks, hands folded together a little too tightly out of nervous habit.

 

[Tatcon Valdez]

As he watched her nervousness, his lips pulled into a small smile, and his eyes grew softer. "Humerously Liz, those orchestrated pictures showed you the basics you need to know, however, I'm going to tell you small tips of what you're trying to accomplish with your body language, and I just want you to place yourself in a way that seems most appropriate." He answered, not willing to show her plainly how this is going to be done, and he had a reason, for what each individual brings to their individual posture is what makes the canvas of the human body such a delight to witness between different people.

"We'll start from your feet, and work out way up, alright?" He said, stepping away from his desk, and letting his eyes fall on her like a painter and his unformed masterpiece. "First, with your legs, you want to give the impression that you are indeed available, but not for free, and not with ease, and that will be a basic lesson for everything we do here. You're not a whore, and you're not a slave, if a client does not give you what you want from the experience and is found wanting, he can not obtain what you're willing to give." Marcel started, teaching her just as much about rules, as seductive posture. "Up at your hips, you do want to show off your curves, and as much as men love the curves of a woman's hips, it is her behind they ultimately enjoy the most. Again, here you want to show what you have to offer, but do not flaunt it, and do not give it away, because you are a work of art, not trash."

Taking a moment, he actually started to walk around her with a quiet, contemplative stare. "Your choice of top today is perfect because the corset almost forces you to take the posture you will have to accept while wearing a dress. The slight curve in your back accentuates your behind as you would already be doing for what I just explained, but it also adds another degree of sensuality and mystique which drives anyone who appreciates the womanly form mad. Plus, it forces your chest out a bit, which is another curve you want to show off, especially with a lovely figure such as your own my pet." He continued, now standing off a bit to her side with his fingers wrapped around his chin in deep contemplation, because now they were coming to the most important, and most difficult part of the body to sculpt into the desired shape.

"Your head...needs to hold a combination of strong personal pride, while also giving your client or master the impression that he or she is in command of you. However, I must make it clear Liz, they do now own you or control you, just command you, because you are very much your own person, and that is why you must maintain your pride, because if you don't...you are no longer what you want to be, but a slave who will not be taken care of as she should be." He added, quite firmly in fact, as if this seemed to be a strong sorepoint with him in this lifestyle. "Remember this line, because I have found it to be the most truthful fact about the relationship between a dominant and a submissive. A dominant can command, because the submissive is in control. With that in mind, you want to show off your neck, your eyes, the softness of this face, because if the face shows unwillingness, then the rest of the body is moot. Now my Liz, process that, and show me what you can do." He said softly as he sat on the edge of his desk and watched, knowing that this was a lot of information for a girl new to this world to handle, but it was important, and quintessential to her stay here.

 

[Tats lucy]

Because of his initial answer, her nerves ebbed away almost immediately. She was fascinated by his words, the philosophy behind them and his tone of voice. What he said was sincere, and heartfelt to such a degree it moved her. She gave a short nod and emotion showed through in the smile she offered. In the small pause between his explanation and the moment they started she contemplated his intentions; not that she doubted his honesty or goal, but his methods and the reason he chose them made her curious.

Mesmerized by his descriptions, her mind would eagerly absorb every word, and her body followed along. She'd slightly part her feet, making sure her thighs didn't touch, but were no more than the fraction of an inch apart. Pelvis would cant backwards subtly, adding to the curve in her spine, accentuating both behind and her hips without drawing vulgar attention to them.

She murmured a quiet 'thank you, sir' as he commented on her top and, through her captivation, offered a gentle smile. As he continued, she'd lower her shoulders and pulled them back slightly, arching her back just a tad further, pushing out her chest without being impudent. This also elongated her neck, contributing to what he called the most important - she held her head high, and together with her slightly downcast gaze this formed a harmony between the pride and submission he mentioned.

Eyes were bright despite being slightly downcast, head held high while her chin was tipped down every so slightly, lips pulled up in a smile that almost tended towards a grin, warm but playful. She repeated the line he deemed important in a soft murr 'a dominant can command, because the submissive is in control'. She smiled a bit wider as consciousness joined reality again and cast a careful glance at him, barely aware of what exactly had changed in her posture, but eager for his reaction.

 

[Tatcon Valdez]

For a long moment Marcel remained stationary, eyes having taken in the subtle shifts of her body that brought out the beauty in her posture, the natural way she flowed into form and created a stunning sculpture. He was held in rapture, and for the longest time he couldn't say a word until his eyes met hers when they came his way.

Instead of giving her the praise, or an answer she might have been looking for, he posed another question, an important one, as all his previous statements and questions have apparently been. Drawing in a slow breath, he kept his face neutral, careful, and critical. "Does it feel natural?" He asked, looking over her form again, and quite easily getting his answer, for she was an natural and such perfect posture was hard to find in those who did not find these motions easy. But he wanted to hear it from her lips that this was indeed a comfortable, maybe even safe, position.

 

[Tats lucy]

Hands, that'd been along her side so far, would be clasped together in front of her, palms facing up. Then she nodded lightly and uttered a small chuckle, realizing that had been the only thing not feeling natural and voicing that exact thought "It does now, sir."

She hadn't been expecting any form of praise, or even confirmation, since - apart from the first step - nothing she'd done had taken an effort, let alone it had posed a challenge. She had already answered his question, but decided to add the fact that she felt was interesting, and might be useful information "In fact, i could not tell you exactly what i've done..it hasn't been a very conscious process."

Her mind wandered over her posture as if it were running fingers over her body, gaining awareness of each curve, and just how comfortable she was. Compared to this, even the way of standing she considered relaxed until now seemed utterly unnatural. And perhaps because of that comfort, or maybe even what he called safety, his eyes no longer chased a blush up her cheeks - in stead, though, the approval in his expression sent a shiver down her spine with an emotion she couldn't quite put her finger on. Could this be submission?

 

[Tatcon Valdez]

"It isn't. What feels natural is never a conscious decision or process. It's what your heart and mind desire." He answered plainly, before standing up and moving to stand directly in front of her. Raising a hand to sit gently under her chin he would tilt her head up so she could look directly into his eyes, which was what he wanted her to do as he gave her his next words.

"Your posture is perfect Liz, and the grace and ease with which you found it is beautiful and a bit amazing. I didn't tell you before we started this little exercise that you had already received the job, you had done that much just by being yourself when you walked in the door." A small smile would grace his lips as he spoke, and soon continued. "My dilemma was what position you would fill in this house, and where I would want you to be placed. However, that answer has come quite easily."

Taking a few steps back he would move behind his desk, and open one of the drawers. From it, he pulled a small, delicate band of leather, devoid of markings or imperfections, but the clasps at the back were coloured with gold, a small difference from the silver Liz may have seen on the collars of any of the other employees.

"Like all my employees, you will start at the reception desk, assisting clients with getting set up with a proper pairing, and assisting around the manor. However, there is a second part to this contract." He said, walking back around to be in front of her, unfolding the collar, and holding it just in front of her neck.

"As I said before you do not submit yourself to one who has not proved it, which is why I'm putting forward this proposal. The addendum to your contract shall be you will be my personal pet, I will train you, take care of you, and assist you into this life. If you accept, step forward, and place your neck into the collar."

 

[Tats lucy]

As he tilted her head she'd look straight at him, eyes fixing on his with a bright sparkle. The smile on his lips would be answered with an amused, somewhat bold smirk "I don't see how i could not be myself, sir"

She'd listen to him intently, then took her time to think about it. She already knew her answer, every fibre of her screamed 'yes', but a rash decision was rather uncalled for at a point like this. She lightly bit her lip, went over every detail once more, then looked up at him.

"Sir, if i take a step forward right now, can we go over the details right after? Because, i want to make this decision on my own judgement, but i need the certainty that everything will remain open for conversation." If he'd confirm this for her, she would indeed take that step forward and allow the collar to settle around her neck. If not, she'd sit down and ask him if perhaps discussing it befórehand was an option.

What she wanted to confirm, or perhaps reassurance was really what she sought, was that she'd remain free to live her own life by day, and that she'd understood correctly that she would not have to accept a client when she had legitimate objections.

 

[Tatcon Valdez]

"It is always open for discussion me pet. Part of this life is the freedom to express what you think freely, for the betterment of yourself, and the connection with your master or client." He replied, voice calm and reassuring as he was sure this was not a step to be taken lightly. People believed that the employees of this manor treaded a fine line between legitamicy and prostitution, but one from the outside would never truly understand how little power they had over the employees, despite most of them being 'submissive' by nature.

"This is a job that revolves around a lifestyle, or for that reason the rules are clear, and the rules will take your needs deeply into consideration. This I promise firmly." He said strongly, still holding his position before her as he waited for her decision.

 

[Tats lucy]

As soon as he'd answered positively, before he had even finished his sentence, she'd taken a step forward. The cold leather of the collar against the sensitive skin of her neck was oddly pleasant, and the vibration of his voice as she stood so close to him sent a slight shiver down her spine.

While she patiently waited for him to fasten the collar, she'd take a second to let his words sink in, then replied quietly "Thank you, sir. I'm very glad to hear. It's what i had gathered so far, but it's always pleasant to confirm we're on the same line." she looked up shortly to flash him a smile, then for the fraction of a second rested her forehead against his chest. As soon as she realized it she gave a small chuckle and shrugged a little "Suppose i feel right at home, sir. My apologies if it's offended you." The last part of her sentence being sincere, but a formality - her attitude showed clearly that she felt in no way uncomfortable.

 

[Tatcon Valdez]

"If a little head tap like that offended me, would I be putting forward the offer for you to be my pet?" He said softly after she had pulled her head away from its resting place on him and after he had quite easily clasped the lovely collar around her neck. Taking a step back to admire the look of the petite collar on her delicate neck, he nodded, and gave her a soft smile. "Fits perfectly."

"Now, take a seat." He said, beckoning her to sit back down as he propped himself up onto the edge of his desk. "You care to have a discussion. Well, let us discuss. Please, speak your mind." He said in a bit of a professional air to keep clear that boundary of professionalism that he liked to keep in situations such as this. When serious conversations like this were set to take place, he always tried to take an objective stance so he wouldn't muddy the lifestyle of others. That was a rule of his, work was work and play was play, and when play was your work, you had to be damn clear of the lines.

 

[Tats lucy]

Liz would raise her hands in defeat, broad grin playing on lips "Can't argue with that, sir." Realizing that she apparently wasn't all that aware of her 'new' situation just yet.

At the moment he took some distance to see the result she'd clasp her hands back in front of her and slowly turned a full circle to give him a proper view. Once he'd drawn his conclusion she blushed lightly and replied with a quiet "Good to hear, sir. I feel the same way."

She'd ease herself back in the chair as he'd suggested, sitting down the same way as she had before - on the edge of the seat, legs to one side, hands palm-up in her lap - though this time she made sure she lost none of the posture he'd guided her into. She'd smile lightly and uttered a confirmative 'mh'.

Teeth would slightly trouble her bottom lip as she considered how to phrase things. "I wouldn't call it a discussion, sir. I don't mean to say you're wrong, but i think conversation would be a more appropriate word. What i'd like answers to, or perhaps rather just confirmation, are these things: Have i understood correctly that i can -or should- move in here, that at daytime i i will continue my own life and most importantly my education, and that apart from the 'regular' position starting at the reception, i'm entrusted to your personal guidance?" she paused to take a breath, and ponder whether she had any other questions, then gave a short nod. "I think that's all that's on my mind for now, sir."

 

[Tatcon Valdez]

Taking in her queries and quandaries, Marcel thought of the best way to answer them. While mind was still processing, he slid off the desk once more, and crouched before her, placing his hands lightly into hers. "Very good questions my little Liz." He started by saying, as he felt the soft texture of her skin through his fingertips. "Here are the answers and confirmations. First, the choice of moving in to this manor, is yours to make, depending on how close to this lifestyle you wish to be. Most girls and boys here, simply stay here because the job entails you working until later at night, so why rush home when you can just go to sleep when the work is done? It is a choice, but for you, I would suggest you stay." He added, for it seemed with her she wanted a strong taste of this world, and the best way to do that, was to make it part of your home life as well.

"During the day, you are required to live your life. Partially because there is very little work here during the day, and the other half we already discussed. If you find that you have too much school work, and coming here and/or servicing clients would impede your progress, let me know. As I said this is making a living from a lifestyle, not an entire life." He continued, watching her eyes and body carefully as he spoke. Her subtle grace was a delight, and her body language was so alive that he really couldn't help but watch her at all moments.

"Now..the final question. Yes, apart from the position at reception you will be bound to my personal guidance. However, you are as much in control of it as I am, because I will show you paths, but you must be the one to take them. If you say you wish to take on clients, then it will be so. Just remember, you do not have to service those you do not deem worthy. It's in the membership contract, and it is in your employment contract which I will hand to you once we're done." He said, drawing in a deep breath. For the first time he was feeling a bit possessive of one of his employees, and that might have been what guided his decision to place her in the position she was in. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind, and concluded his thought. "Any other questions my pet?" He asked softly.