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» Ballroom Blitz, Adlynn/Luther
ADLYNN SOUDUXIS
 Posted: Jan 6 2018, 02:05 AM
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"Dancer"
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Laurie
ADLYNN SOUDUXIS
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work for it dreams come from hard work and determination

There was something about the Regal Mile that excited Adlynn, being treated to something luxurious from time to time was a sure way to brighten her day. Today, was not one of those days. She’d been granted access to work at the conference centre, entertaining businessmen for some godforsaken economic committee. The exact reason didn’t interest her, she’d already researched the more curious aspect of her work, the clients. A few names stood out, mostly coppers and silvers who had specific wants. She’d assembled a small group of Pinks to suit most needs; males, females, innocents and kinks.

She fitted into most of those categories, and it did her well to be adaptable like how she taught all her Pinks. Her eyes cast over the stage, watching one of the displays in the low lighting. Tables of men littered the ballroom, speckled with the glittering reflection of a light show. Adlynn cast her eyes over the crowd, some of her girls worked a table, whilst others preferred to pick a particular mark.

After three private dances, she’d earnt more than what she needed. There was one man that had caught her eye, it was always in the distance and often met with a lingering glance. He was perhaps a little older than her, or younger. Rough around the edges but smart enough to know that even if he didn’t care to be there, it was for his own betterment in the end. At least that’s how she imagined it. He was one of the few names she’d not heard of before, he wasn’t from Novas.

Her thumb grazed her lower lip as she moved across the room and snaked between the tables. Her hand brushed the shoulders of those she passed, giving them a polite greeting to make sure things were going well. She pinched her lips into a half smile, “Business must be booming.” She commented leaning in toward him, her eyes looking him over with interest. The design of his suit, the smell of his cologne, what he was drinking; anything that would help her get a better understanding of what made him tick.

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LUTHER EDEN
 Posted: Jan 6 2018, 04:40 PM
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"Financier"
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Chris
LUTHER EDEN
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His eyes watched her studiously from the partial cover of darkness

He hadn't been enjoying himself. Although all the business worth having took place in Novas, Luther still felt a certain reluctance in traveling to the blasted place. In Libél he was a veritable King, yet here he was merely one of a sea of Silvers. As was proven by the packed conference he attended. An economic committee that was really more of a opportunity for some socialising rather than anything remotely serious or engaging. And he hated that more than anything. If they wanted to fly him out to share a few drinks with some stiff, know-it-alls, he would have thrown a party at an art gallery.

He chewed his tongue lightly, as his fingers tapped on his second glass of malt-whiskey, the other sitting empty a few inches away. He was alone at the table, but that hadn't been the case the entire night. Despite himself, he had taken advantage of being surrounded by all these 'great' businessman, and exchanged a few interesting conversations. Even if the conference was a total bore and nothing had been achieved, Luther's own agenda managed to take some baby steps forward.

Nonetheless, he sighed and took a deep drag of a dimly lit cigar as he marveled in his own solace. It tasted like... well, that was a tough one. There was no real analogue, and Luther did not smoke them enough to know the best way to describe it. The smoke filled out his mouth yet did not burn, and sat there for a few seconds, tickling and scratching and tingling, before he released it out with an expression of ecstasy crossing his face for a split second. The cigar enveloped the senses of taste and smell completely, and was made only better with a concurrent sip of whiskey which cooled his throat. One could attempt to call it musky, spicy or maybe even mossy; but he did not decide on one word either way, as he pondered the question.

He rested it lightly against an ornate, obsidian ashtray.

It was easy to forget that he was in a crowded hall with ostentatious music, boisterous dancers, drinks flowing aplenty and people shouting and laughing jovially. By focusing on his drink and his cigar, he had managed to block that out, but soon enough his focus broke and he looked up from his exile. It was quite the sight around him. Like an indoor carnival, with pretty women and men in striking colours running around from table to table; dancing, chatting, sitting on old men's laps, laughing at their jokes. He chuckled at what he saw. The illusion of it all.

Perhaps he was a hypocrite. He had enjoyed the dances on display on centre stage and indeed a few performers had caught his eyes, if even for a second. But in this hall at that moment, he wasn't well enough known to catch their time. And his attire hardly made him stand out. A black suit - business, not casual, designed in the fashion of olden "Italian" - a slate-grey shirt underneath it, a silver tie, a silver watch and the smell of a fashionable cologne - sweet, not too potent or hard on the nose, and not out of the price range of a successful Pink.

He had been content to remain anonymous in the darkness of the room, where his figure was lit up only by a dim light and the even dimmer red of a lit cigar, yet a woman had found him despite it all. She made straight for him, brushing past any who tried to stop her in her path, accidentally or otherwise. He had her seen her before and had regarded her with a measure of curiosity and 'appreciation' before, but when she finally made it to him, his face did not suggest any sense of familiarity or interest.

He chuckled as she leaned in and whispered her no doubt carefully chosen opening line. "Is that so?" he whispered back, casting his eyes around the room. "Seems like you are doing more business than anyone here sweetheart" his lip curled with bemusement, as his eyes watched her studiously from the partial cover of darkness.

The bitter past sleeps, sitting pretty in a limousine
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ADLYNN SOUDUXIS
 Posted: Jan 7 2018, 02:37 AM
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"Dancer"
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Laurie
ADLYNN SOUDUXIS
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work for it dreams come from hard work and determination

The Pink settled into the discarded chair beside him, her legs crossing at the knee and her hand settled atop. She allowed her lips to curl into a wry smile. “It’s not often that people come this far for business and not indulge.” Her free hand shifted to rest on the back of the chair and brushed against the fabric of his sleeve. “Business is booming.” She repeated. “Sometimes I wonder if any of these men realise that if they asked their lover they just might agree to that dark little fantasy in the back of their mind.” Her tongue rolled along the back of her teeth as she inhaled his exhale.

The hazy sweet scent laced with his choice of drink was more than enough to knock most for six. Thought she was more accustomed to holding her liquor, she had a taste for the well maintained higher caste males. She preferred the outcasts, singled out and isolated, usually, it was those who were hidden treasures. Deep, dark and full of mystery. They unfurled and expanded, held secrets that they longed to shared with that special someone.

She batted her lashes and lifted her chin. “It’s easy money, with little physical expense.” Who really knew about the emotional, the caste system had no room for the protection of those who needed it. Underground communications to punish those who abused the innocents. “What is it you do?” Slowly she reached over and plucked the cigar from between his fingers, raising it to her lips.

Her calculated inhale relaxed her entire body before she offered it back. There was nothing like high caste addictives. Her lips parted after a moment and fine wisps of smoke trailed up and over her face. She forced the last through her lips and let her eyes return to him, the wry smile returning.

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LUTHER EDEN
 Posted: Jan 7 2018, 03:31 PM
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"Financier"
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Chris
LUTHER EDEN
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His eyes lit up if only for a moment; or it might have been the cigar's red light flickering to her oxygenated movements.

He was unfazed by her proximity, as she sat beside him and clasped her hand controllingly on the top of the wooden back-rest of his leather chair. She crossed her knees, but not before he caught the sneak peek of what she had hid with the motion. His eyes lit up if only for a moment; or it might have been the cigar's red light flickering to her oxygenated movements. He listened to her impassively, letting his eyes study her face as she spoke. The small quivering of her cheeks, the slight twisting of the lips and the subtle inclinations of the forehead. Her eyes were wide and bright, and dulcet. He found her rather enticing.

"Maybe they don't have lovers, hence can't have their wishes fulfilled" he suggested, his lips curling as he watched her try to breathe in some of his exhaled smoke. He supposed she was trying to indulge, in what she thought, defined him. To partake in his activity - maybe impress him by doing so. That or she just wanted to taste that 'high-life' so badly. The thought crossed his mind to simply give her the cigar but then, as she continued to speak, her nimble fingers found themselves on it before he could protest or allow it. His eyebrow furrowed as she took it and began to inhale.

As her cheeks strained, ready to release, mischief crossed his face, and he leaned in suddenly, fully confident and authoritative in his direct movement towards her. As she opened her lips to exhale the expensive smoke, his lips closed around hers, smothering the substance between them, denying it escape. He inhaled to retrieve it, a reverse-blow back as such, and as the smoke returned to him obediently, his tongue flickered over her underbite before he retreated his head.

He smirked widely, allowing wisps of the gray gas to slither out of the corner of his lips and travel the length of his sharp jaw, before they dissipated out of sight. "I'm in the business of efficiency" he chuckled, as the smoke left him fully on his practised, less self-indulgent exhale.

"And you were about to waste a good cigar" he smiled, as his fingers pushed the obsidian ashtray towards her side of the table, and rested the additive on it for her to use by herself, without feeling the need to steal it. Even if that was probably more than half the fun for her.

"I don't like waste. Time, money. This whole night felt very wasteful until you came here" he told her, leaning forward in his chair so to dominate the space that she had tried to create and hold teasingly between them.

The bitter past sleeps, sitting pretty in a limousine
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ADLYNN SOUDUXIS
 Posted: Jan 8 2018, 02:08 AM
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"Dancer"
Pansexual
Single
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28 posts
240 points
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Laurie
ADLYNN SOUDUXIS
Offline / PINK


work for it dreams come from hard work and determination

Being studied in return was not unusual for Adlynn, but the curiosity was mutual, or so it seemed. His perspective on the matter of desires curled the corners of her mouth, her crystal blue eyes settling into his gaze whilst she listened to the soft rasp of his voice. It was when he pressed his lips to hers, that her eyes closed and her body relaxed into him. She lifted a hand to caress along his jaw, feeling the coarseness of his beard against her fingertips, dragging on his skin as he pulled away.

Between the exchange and the parting of his lips, she struggled to regain her poise. The taste of his lips lingered on her, the sweetness of the tingling cigar against her palette and the warmth of the single malt added to its slow lingering burn.

His amusement intrigued her further, watching the calculated casualness of his actions, and the rise of his chest within the confines of his slim grey shirt. Her fingers flexed as he spoke, considering her options and position. He was much more of a dark horse than she had initially thought, it wasn’t often that her judgements were wrong.

In the dim light, he may have noticed the flush of her cheeks from the sheer pleasure she’d just experienced, or it may have been the rose-tinted lighting for the centre stage act. Whoops and cheers filled the air, but she ensured her attention remained on him. Her own sparkling accents refracted patterns against the fabric of his suit. “And you were about to waste a good cigar.” Adlynn couldn’t help but laugh at his logic behind his intimate act.

Delicately she tapped the ash of the cigar into the ashtray he pushed toward her, the fine flakes of grey settled into its carved recess. “I preferred to think of it as borrowing. Waste not, want not. Isn’t that what they say?” Her tongue swept between her parted lips before biting her lip, the white pearly white enamel sinking into the plump stained red flesh.

He was the dominant, in charge and leading the way. His posture, wording and movements only reinforced this. Spreading his body to fill the space between them, it felt like an invitation but he’d already been proven that judgements couldn’t be held. “…This whole night felt very wasteful until you came here.” That was her invitation. She smoothly rose from her seat and settled a hand against his chest, pushing him back to let his back meet the rest behind him.

Without hesitation, she straddled herself over his thighs, retrieving the cigar from beside them. She didn’t bite down on it like those heathens depicted in fiction; she held it between her lips, drawing in a slow breath. Her eyes closed once more as she allowed the sensation to overcome, at the moment of exhaling, her lips parted and pressed against his, her tongue ushered the sweet vapour to him. She held her hand containing the cigar up and away from him, the last thing she wanted to do was put a hole in that fine suit of his.

Delicate wisps of smoke trail from her lips as they part company, her fingers returning the cigar to the ashtray. Her eyes cast over his face, “And why am I any different to any of these others?” She tilts her head to one side expectantly waiting for his answer.

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