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Life (Tatcon and his Lucy)

She'd follow his eyes with a gentle gaze, calmly taking in the information and giving a slight nod of her head to confirm each answer. Apart from the few seconds she'd felt nervous after he asked her to stand up, she had not once felt uncomfortable and now her rational mind settled down as well.

She'd softly curls her fingers around his hand, a not entirely conscious action while she listened to him. When he'd finished she heaved a quiet sigh, though it was accompanied by a smile. "I don't have a lot to leave behind, sir, and i'd very much like to call this my home." She wasn't entirely sure what had drawn her to this place so strongly, nor did she know what exactly it was about him that made her feel so at ease, but she was amazed by how every piece seemed to fit, and just how much they seemed to be on one line.

She'd let her eyes wander over his posture, something her mind had been too busy for up until now, and was fascinated by the small but significant details that decided their roles; the certainty and determination with which he moved, the way he seemed to read her and thought one step ahead based on that, the petnames he already used that sounded so natural. And even smaller things, like for example the broad and confident way he held his shoulders, the little fact that her palms faced upward, and his downward, the way his eyes wandered over her figure - all subtle but clear hints at his dominant character.

She chuckled lightly, perhaps seemingly random, waited until he was finished, then shared her thought; "You know, sir; you say i'm as much in control as you are, and i believe you're absolutely right. But once i consented you are the one who grants me that control. What's funny is that people would say granting that much freedom is not a dominant thing to do, but the power to grant that freedom and using it wisely is what it's all about.." she smirked a bit, then added somewhat sarcastically "..blame the study - philosophy's in my blood."

It took her a few seconds to realize she'd never answered his final question, and with a slight gasp she quickly shook her head "Oh, no; i think everything's clear, sir. Thank you."
 
Smirking somewhat at her philosophical musing, he would give but a shrug when she apologized for it. "This lifestyle is just as much philosophy and deep thinking as any academic avenue, I assure you. What you find is you analyze your actions, the actions of others and figure out where personally, historically or culturally these people have obtained or learned their behaviours, attitudes and actions. It's really quite fascinating, especially for someone such as myself." He stated, giving her hands a slight squeeze before getting back to a standing position once more, smoothing out slightly ruffled pants as he walked around to his desk.

"Now, the contract." He said absent mindedly rummaging through the drawers, not really remembering where he had placed the newest batch of fresh contracts. Sitting up straight, he frowned, and looked over at Liz for a short moment. "Filing cabinet." He said clearly, before standing and walking over to the black steel apparatus just off to the side of his desk. Producing a two paged document from one of the drawers with a contented "A-ha." Turning back towards Liz, he would hand her the piece of paper, and this is what it read...

Agreement between employees of Whitecrest Pleasures and Club and Marcel Reynolds, owner and proprietor
General House Rules for Employees
Accepted on the 21st of August, 2009

The rules are they are presented here were reviewed and accepted unanimously by the employee's rights board in the best interest of their health and safety while working at Whitecrest Pleasures and Club.

I. All employees, regardless of position, have accepted their positions under their own volition, and if they feel they have been misled, will discuss the issue with the employer in a neutral arena of discussion
II. No employee shall be required to take a client who does not meet the criteria of a worthwhile individual in which to share their lifestyle.
III.Work in Whitecrest is voluntary, therefore no employee shall be forced into a situation which they find uncomfortable or invasive. Should a client overstep this boundary, all rooms have been graciously equipped with any number of emergency features which can be activated with the press of a button, use of a personally selected safe word spoken at a high volume, or else another personalized feature which can be discussed with owner.
IV. Payment is not based on commission. If a girl or boy does not wish to take a client on a certain night for proper reasons, then no penalty shall be levied against their pay. Only in cases of unnecessary laziness or ungiven reasons will discipline be administered.
V. All except administrative staff work on a 'casual' style basis, working when available so that they can maintain a strong life away from the manor in order to better themselves and in proxy, their lifestyles.
VI. Client accepting employees are welcomed, encouraged, but in no way required to live within the manor. Should they choose it food will be provided in the club between 7 am and 12 pm to facilitate as many schedules as possible. Just ask the chef for what you want. As for room and board, that shall be discussed with the manager when a room is selected, and availability is discussed.
VII. All actions taken against employees shall be done with their informed, explicit consent. No exceptions.
VIII. Any issues, suggestions, or concerns can be shared with Mr. Reynolds so that a solution can be found easily and efficiently.
 
Liz would follow his epic quest for a contract with a fair bit of amusement. Once he'd found it, she couldn't help but give a short, cheerful and slightly sarcastic applause. She'd followed his views on this lifestyle and philosophy intently, she agreed with him in general and especially with the statement that it was quite fascinating.

She'd take the document from him with a soft 'thank you, sir' and took her time reading it. Going over all the details she'd grin every now and then because of just how much she agreed. Eventually she'd look back up at him and smiled brightly "There's nothing i can't find myself in, sir. So i'd like to move in as soon as possible, ..and a pen".

Taking a quick glance at her watch let her know it wasn't in the least time to head to school yet and she visibly relaxed a little; there was no need for her to hurry anything, and she wouldn't have to say no to much anything he proposed. The idea got her thinking of what the rest of her day and week would look like, how she would take care of- and explain things, and turned to him again "Sir, would it be possible to move in today, after my classes? The only thing i have planned is one lecture by a guest speaker, and all i'd have to take care of - apart from the moving - is handing my keys to a friend that's looking for a room.." she'd heave a breath and chuckled a little "No use hiding my enthusiasm, i suppose."
 
It was hard for him to mask his grin at her enthusiasm about moving in, and when she stated she needed a pen, he had produced it without much hesitation. "Would it be possible for you to move in today? Yes, yes it would be. We still have quite a few vacant rooms because, let's face it, no everyone is as aware of this life as the collective under this roof." He said, allowing his grin to pass over his lips. "And I have only one appointment today anyway, so if you would like, I can bring me truck and I can help you move." He offered, crossing his arms over his chest as he continued to watch her with poorly masked amusement.

"After you sign that and I pass it off to my bookkeeper we'll take a tour of the rooms and you can pick one for yourself." He added, standing himself up from his previous leaning position on his desk.
 
Teeth would keep hold of her bottom lip to prevent her smile from getting painful; she'd sign with her full name - Elizabeth Moore - and turned both contract and pen back to him. Then she nodded shortly and answered both questions at once with a simple "I'd love that, sir".

While she waited for him, she pondered what things she would need to move. She'd have all basic things here, so she could leave all hér basic things for her friend, which meant she only had to pack a few personal things. And books, lots of books. She groaned quietly at the thought of packing all of them, then lightly shook her head and returned her attention to mr. Reynolds. "I don't have all that much to move sir. My lecture is planned from ten to twelve, so any time after that would be good".
 
Taking the contract and pen carefully from her hands he would place them on his desk, before turning back towards her and motioning for the door. "Well then come along, and we'll find you a room." He said with a soft smile, shifting to stand beside her chair and waiting for her to stand. "Care to tell me which school you attend? I could pick you up after class, since my appointment is done at pretty much the same time." He replied. He actually awaited her answer with curiousity, because he was set to give a lecture on the philosophy of law and crime at the exact times she was stating, so now he was growing fascinated with the strange coincidence that was being placed upon the situation.
 
Brow would quirk just lightly as she heard his question, still musing on what motive he had to ask while she answered a slightly confused "Mh, Simon Fraser, sir.. " another second was needed to wrap her thought process up, then she added "..why?" She had slightly hesitated to put the question so crudely, since it might be considered impolite. Then again, anyone who knew her or dealt with her on more than a professional level would better get used to that.

While she got up to accept his invitation, canting her head lightly and returning a gentle smile in appreciation of his courtesy. On her turn, she'd stand beside the chair so he could go first, making a small gesture to her coat "Should I take it with me, sir, or will we be coming back to your office?"
 
"Just a little piece of information I wanted to know." He would reply, dodging the true motive of his question, but it had confirmed his suspicions, and that was quite amusing to him. Grinning a bit he would follow her motion to her jacket, taking a moment to glance at his watch to be able to answer her question. "Hmmm...you should probably leave for school after we go through the process of selecting your room...but we would need to fill out some paperwork, so leave it, it will be safe." He stated before stepping towards the door and opening it, moving out into the hallway and holding the door for her to pass.

"Now, I should ask you what kind of style would you like for your room? There are three basic designs; all of them have three rooms, one room which houses your bed and a closet. Now, the big difference here would be the styling, we have oriental, Scandinavian, and simplistic Canadiana." He said with a small chuckle, closing the door behind her once she would be out in the hall. "The other two rooms in each apartment are a bathroom, and then a sort a 'personal room' basically you can use it as you wish. Some employees use them for creating a kind of haven, storing bondage gear, or making settings for favourite scenarios, so you have quite a bit of flexibility in your choices." He continued, walking towards the elevator.
 
Liz would give a soft nod, keeping her -rather amusing- doubts about his motive and the smirk on his lips to herself, figuring she'd found out sooner or later. She'd heave a quiet deep breath to get some of the jitters out of her system and gave another nod before stepping over the treshold into the hallway, again switching places by stepping aside and wait for him to lead the way.

She couldn't suppress a bit of a snicker as he spoke about the style of the rooms, feigning a deep inner debate, eventually replying "Well...Oriental does sound rather interesting, sir." As she followed him to the elevator, she'd let all the upcoming changes and possibilities brush past her mind, a hint of nervousness settling in her stomach, though that feeling was heavily outweighed by eagerness - to live the life she craved, to learn, to serve..
 
He would smile softly and nod at her choice, pressing the button to call the elevator up to them, and leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest lightly. He looked at her for a long moment while he contemplated a few points. "The Oriental rooms have small vanities designed to fit in the room of a geisha, realistically, it was with that image in mind that I designed the rooms. I thought it was appropriate given the rights of the employees, and their position in relation to their clients." He stated plainly, looking into the elevator as it clanged open. He would look at her again, and step inside, before gently grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her in.

"Colours are shades of red and gold for the most part, designed to be romantic and sensual at the same time. I really do hope you find it to your liking little Liz." He said with a soft smile, as the door opened and presented them on second floor. The first thing they would see would be a young red haired girl, dressed in what may be the official dress of the hotel, which was a full length black sheen dress which wrapped around the neck, leaving the shoulders, and most of the back exposed for view. The dress reached to the floor, but there was a slit along each side that went almost to the hip. Her green eyes looked from Liz to Marcel, before remaining on him and she smiled. "Good morning sir." She said quietly before downcasting her eyes, partially out of courtesy, and partly to put her wild hair back in it's pony tail.

"Good morning Megan." He replied simply with a light smile, placing a hand gently on her shoulder as he passed, before looking back at Liz and offering his hand. As the one named Megan got onto the elevator and disappeared, Marcel would speak again. "Hope you like the dress...it's the design I picked for the uniforms of all non-administrative employees."
 
Bright smile tugged on her lips as he explained his choice of design. Knowing a fair bit of both geisha and - such a surprise - the philosophy behind the lifestyle his employees had, she could not agree more. She'd lightly squint her eyes to express her amusement as he looked at her, unintentionally emphasizing the little shock that ran through her body when he grabbed her wrist.

She wasn't too fond of the colours he mentioned, being more one for the fresher and cooler shades, but she did admire the amount of thought he'd put into it, and couldn't criticize his reasoning in the least - to put it simply; he was right.

As she laid eyes on the girl, and more specifically the dress she was wearing, she couldn't keep her jaw from dropping just the slightest. In her opinion, it was absolutely stunning - 'it' in this case being both the girl and the dress. She offered a friendly smile and raised her hand for a small wave, uttering a somewhat shy "Hi there". Once she disappeared, attention would return to Marcel, quirking a brow sarcastically "Like it? Are you kidding? It's gorgeous to say the least!" She paused for a moment, pondering, slight blush on her cheeks as she realized her own enthusiasm, then added "Mh..I think it's the subtlety that gets me, sir."
 
He grinned a bit at her exuberance, she was quite the little firecracker, wasn't she? he mused to himself as he turned around in the hallway, walking backwards while talking to her. "Why do you think I chose it? Suitably classy, while allowing the girls to showcase their curves as they see fit. Some girls get custom designs on the same premise to show off what part of them they like, but it comes at an extra cost, and it must be approved by me first. Same with your room, if there's something in the design you don't enjoy, make me a proposal, and we can talk about it." He said, before turning around just in time to stop at a door on his right.

"Aha, the first of the three available Oriental Style rooms." He said, just swiping his card over the sensor on the door, and the door clicked happily open. As he opened the door he would step to the side and beckon her into the room. The painting on the walls was as he said, a base of red with golden designs on top, varying from abstract dragons to some vague Chinese script. At the moment the bed was unclothed, just a bare king size mattress flanked by small bedside tables. The corners were occupied with the specifically chosen armoirs that served as needed closet space, and on the right most wall just off to the side of the bed stood the door to the special room, across the room was the door to the bathroom. Even the doors were painted in the specific pattern.
 
Listening closely to what he was explaining, she'd almost walk into him as he suddenly stopped in front of a door, managing to come to halt just inches in front of him and quickly taking a small step back. She flashed him an apologetic grin, then simply replied to his explanation; "As long as your employees are reasonable, so are you. Got it, sir".

She almost cautiously stepped into the room, taking in as many details as she could. She was glad to see the gold wasn't abundantly present, and the red even surprised her - it was a somewhat heavy colour, but darker and softer than she'd expected, a kind of cherry red that gave the entire room a gentle glow.

Nodding her approval, she'd slowly turn a full circle, until she was facing him again. "Impressive, sir. I have to compliment your sense of style, that much is for certain."
 
He smiled softly, and gave a small nod to her in reply to her compliment. "Thank you my pet, I made sure to put as much attention into it as I could." He said, looking around the room himself to just admire it. It had taken years to work out the design, and almost just as long to find artists and workers who could replicate it properly. Slowly his eyes would come back to her.

"The other rooms are quite similar in style, so if you'd like, you could take this one right now." He answered, crossing his arms again as he waited for her to respond.
 
Soft sigh escaped her lips as she returned his gaze, smile as ever tugging at the corner of her lips, slightly nervous excitement written all across her face. After a moment of forcing herself to stay rational she nodded determinedly, somewhat absentmindedly running a finger over the wall to admire the artwork's texture.

She heaved another, deep breath and nodded again, trying hard to suppress her grin, answering with a hint of sarcasm and cheekiness "Got yourself a deal, sir"
 
He would reply with a nod himself, extending a hand to her for her to follow him back to the office. "Excellent. We'll go get the paperwork to fill out for the room, and then we can get you fitted for a dress." He said, a small mischievous curl at the end of his smile giving away the fact that he would definitely like to see her in one of his dresses. Leading her back to the elevator, he would wait for the door to close, before making a bit of a random and unexpected move. With her hand still in his he would pull her into him, and wrap his arms around her softly, but with a firm edge as if he was testing her for something.

Of course, it would take a moment of him waiting to register her reaction before she would receive anything in the form of an explanation for what the hell was going on.
 
The butterflies having a ballroom party in her stomach definitely showed in her facial expression and her hand had a slight tremble to it as she placed it in his. She smirked a little as she realized that hadn't needed any thought what so-ever and replied with a happy "Sounds like a plan to me, sir".

Surprise was a bit of an understatement as he drew her into him and held her there. It took her a second or two to get her thoughts straight again - she wouldn't object in the least, but didn't just snug up to him either. She gave in to his move, without losing posture or control.
 
He gave a soft chuckle as he released her, and allowed her to returned to just standing by herself. As the doors to the elevator brought them back to the third floor, he stepped out into the hall, and walked back towards his office. "Hmmm, good. You really are an excellent girl Liz, I'm impressed. I can see you fitting in well here." He stated, his little hug having been a test just to see how strong she remained, and as he had suspected, she had passed with flying colours.
Stepping into the office, he would hold the door for her and wait for her to enter before closing the door (again) and standing behind the seat where her vest was, hands on the back of the chair. "Come take a seat, and then I'll fetch the paperwork for the sizing and your room." He said quietly, always finding this new hire thing a little bit tiring, remembering all the details. Being nitpicky about details was his day job, he didn't want to have to do it at play as well, but it was a necessary evil, so as it goes.
 
Cheeks were a soft crimson as they entered his office again, the combination of his small, somewhat affectionate test and the compliment that followed being a little too much not to get shy. She murmured a "Thank you, sir" as she took the seat he offered.

She'd sit down as she had before; on the edge of the seat, legs neatly folded to one side, back straight and head high, hands resting palm-up in her lap. She nodded lightly at his words, small grin breaking through in her facial expression. Her mind was clouded by excitement and the slight surrealism of the situation, and it wasn't an entirely unpleasant sensation.
 
Once she sat down he placed a hand on her shoulder for a short minute before prying himself away to go deal with red tape that had to be worked away before she could officially become a member of the house. Leaving his place behind her chair, Marcel would wander over to the filling cabinet, and in diametric opposition to the fiasco of finding the contract, he was able to pinpoint of the room agreement and sizing chart quite easily. Grabbing a copy of each, he wandered back over to his desk, leaning on it as he had before as he read over the documents just to make sure all the details were present.

"Right, now for the room, basically all the agreement says is that you will keep it in an orderly state, and you are free to decorate it in any way you want as long as it maintains at atmosphere of professionalism, and as I said earlier, if you want to do a full on change of the paint or your furniture, it will come at extra cost, though still discounted from buying it all for yourself, and it must be approved by myself." He paraphrased, before handing the short contract over to her along with a pen, and then moving onto the sizing chart.

"Now, I'm going to ask you if there's a particular fabric you wish to have your dress made of, and whether or not you'd like to make your own design. First one is free, so you have some room to move." The last sentence wasn't entirely true, even the first one was suppose to be at cost, but he had already selected her as his personal pet for the next little while, so what would it be to him to extend her another little benefit? The answer? It wouldn't be anything at all.
 
The shiver that ran down her spine at his touch showed subtly throughout her body and caused an amused smirk to pass over her lips. Once he was done reading the document himself, she'd accept it from him with a slight nod, keeping quiet as he was still talking.

When he spoke of fabrics and designs, she straightened her back even further, nearly toppling off the chair in excitement and, once realizing that, blushing lightly "Actually, sir!" She smirked a little, giving an apologetic shrug for her enthusiasm "I'd completely forgotten about it, but I stumbled across a dress a good while ago." Pausing shortly to grab her bag off the floor, she continued talking while she fetched her school diary and leafed through it "It's..ehrm, it's pinstriped, and strapless, and I should have it..right... here." She flashed him a victorious grin as she handed him the design, the eagerness to see his reaction written all over her face "I especially like the back, sir". Gaze was fixed on his facial expression as he looked at the piece of paper, her fingers nervously fidgeting with each other in her lap.
 
He accepted the paper from her gently, and slowly looked over the design she had created. For the moment his facial expression remained intentionally flat, not wanting to give away what he thought about the dress just yet. He looked over the angles, and she would see him look up at her for a moment as he mentally put her in the dress, and then looked back at it for a moment before allowing a small grin to pull at the corner of his lips.

"Alright Liz, I'll make you a deal. For the first short while you are here, you will wear the standard issue dress, just until you've completed more of your training. Then I will make sure that this lovely and unique dress will be made perfectly for you." He answered, handing her back the design with a contented smile on his face. "Now, stand up so I can get your measurements." He said, sliding from his leaning position on the desk to go fetch a measuring tape from a drawer.
 
Liz smiled broadly as she observed his reaction, slight blush still on her cheeks. She was glad he liked it, glad she would get to wear it, and glad she'd been able to gauge his style.

She'd nod her agreement to his offer somewhat enthusiastically, then stood up and moved to the side of her chair so he'd have all the room he needed to take measurements. As he extended his hand to return the design to her she waved her hand a little, lightly shaking her head "Oh no, sir - You can hold on to it, since you said you'd be the one taking care of things anyway.." She realized she'd in a way denied him, and for a short moment quirked a brow to look at his reaction. She knew she didn't have much to worry about, but her practical thinking came off as rather crude to some people.
 
He wasn't at all in minding of her telling him to keep the design, instead, he just gave a nod and a smile as he placed the drawing down on his desk gently before grabbing the measuring tape. He had to give a bit of a grin as he saw her standing beside the chair, and he couldn't help his mind from running over devious thoughts in his head as he looked at her. Closing the distance he would start measuring, checking all the required measurements she would need to fit into a dress which was, to be honest, quite form fitting.

"I have to admit it's going to be a tough job for me to keep my hands off of you." He said in a off-handed way, more thinking out loud than anything, but it was a line filled with meaning that he hadn't really wanted to share, but it had come out anyway, and he didn't pause in measuring her to see what her reaction would be to this little comment.
 
To her own surprise, both the fitting and his comment didn't unnerve her. In stead, she lightly turned and bent to whatever curve he needed access to, and replied to his comment with a soft, slightly cheeky "I'll take that as quite a compliment, sir".

Every time the tape tightened on her skin to get an exact measurement, a light electric wave would run through her system, the touch to her sides causing a quiet giggle, betraying just how ticklish she was. After a moment of being lost in her own thoughts, she carefully inquired "So, With all the beauty surrounding you, sir..Isn't it just as hard for you to keep your hands off any one of them?"
 
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