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~ooc~ We can’t have nice things, can we?  More power outages yesterday.  Better not be any today because I have to work from home dammit.  BUT I am going to try to sneak in replies as best I can during the work day.

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Donovan knew he needed a little evening entertainment when he got off his private jet, just landed after several days of rigorous negotiations in Tokyo, when his neck started to hurt.  That’s where the tension typically began, a tightening of muscles that would probably have him laid up in bed in agony if he didn’t find release.  Vigorous release. He was keyed up enough that by the time he got back to the Garden he didn’t even glance at a pad, just picked up the nearest one in the lobby as he entered it, tapped the first escort and handed the device to a passing employee. “Send her up in thirty minutes.  Tell her to wear something nice.  Elegant.  And if she doesn’t have anything suitable, get a dress and charge it to me.  I keep a selection of jewelry in Safety Deposit Box #2104.  Let her choose a few things that complement her features ... and make it clear I’ll know if anything comes up missing.”  All of this was said without even breaking his stride, leaving it to the employee to keep up pace as Donovan stalked towards an elevator.  He didn’t ask for compliance.  He’d get it.  And as the winded, breathless person started to mutter something Donovan closed the doors that would shuttle him up to his room with a final, “Thirty minutes.  Not one second late.”

And when that time came he’d exchanged the suit he’d worn all day traveling for another one, dark blue with a matching waistcoat and a red necktie.  And he stood near the door, glancing at his watch and inspecting the time, letting it tick away and resolving with every second that if the escort was late he would simply cancel her and do without.  In Donovan’s world, time waited for no one and nothing, not even relief from the tension coiled in him so tightly it made his jaw tense and his teeth grind.  Schedules and a sense of order were everything.  As the click of a key card in the door sounded and the knob turned, he didn’t glance up from his watch, merely instructing his anticipated guest, “I hope that fool passed along my requirements or else this is going to be a short night, indeed. I won’t settle for anything less than ... perfection.”  A slight pause as he lifted his gaze and found himself exhaling an audible sigh at the first sight of her.

@avery-jones​

#c: avery #donovan #entirely your decision how his instructions were received! #hope this is ok

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cvrnals‌:

work had been stressful      it always was.   deals to close.   staff to be bossed.   money to be made.   she had a lavish lifestyle and she was making it all for herself.   that’s why the garden was such a alluring escape.   a escape from reality within its own walls.     a distraction, one she openly welcomed.    so she sat at the bar a drink in hand, tapping away at work emails on her phone even when she wasn’t supposed to be working.    but the back of her mind reminded her of the ache of her own loneliness and so ….. she requested the company of another.    randomized by the gardens system.    its not that she’s tired tonight, more distracted than anything.   and so while her company got ready in her own suite she finished her drink before heading to her room.

the click of her door announced her arrival.    the bangles on her wrists clinking with each movement, shifting her bag onto the table by door and rolling her neck idly.    in a way, she liked the surprise of a random pick.   made it easier on her.  heels click against marbled flooring as she gains entry to her own room.  the feeling of warmth spreading onto exposed skin from the steam of the shower. she wore a cream pantsuit, dark hair long and cast down past exposed shoulders.   her head lifts at her name, brows furrowing as forehead creases.  “ i…..   oh. ”   it hits her like a punch to the gut, winded violet staggers back visibly.    chest heaves seeking better air flow but it fails.    a glimmer of the past, of a life and a fiancee she was running from.    hiding from.   “ tyler, ”   first instinct is to      look away.    she looks to the ground, not often thrown off guard.   he was near naked for christ sake.      here.       he was here.   the last time she’d seen him was years ago and voiced her goodbye and thanks for his deployment at her fiancee’s side.     there’s a sudden urgency for violet to flee, but there’s no where to go this is her room, her bedroom, afterall.    swallowing and feeling a wave of dizziness the finds support by collapsing onto the edge of her bed.   she’s sitting upright and fingers latch onto plush duvet.    dark hair falls into her face as head dips.    she blinks once. twice. stunned.    emotions rolling through her fervently.    she goes from confusion to reminiscing.   never ill feelings towards tyler, in fact she admired him for his military work.   and then remembered he had been      discharged.    she was human and compassion swells and overpowers her confusion.    rising off the bed she goes to him.    doesn’t care for an explanation, doesn’t really think.    no:   she’s a woman of action.  without hesitation arms envelop him and wind tightly around his neck, squeezing tightly.    nuzzling her cheek against his damped shoulder, squeezing her eyes shut emotionally.      “ tyler. ”    she repeats his name more of a statement than question this time.    a piece of her past within in her arms now.   clearly choked up, a emotional and mixed reunion for her for someone who doesn’t show them readily.   taking a inhale she savors the moment, the scent of his freshly clean skin, the pace of his chest rising and falling with each breath.    fingers dig into damp skin, gripping him tighter to her, as if he’ll fade from her hold in any given moment.

For once in his life Tyler wasn’t really sure what to do.  He knew what he was there for.  What he’d been booked for.  In every other circumstance he did it without even thinking.  But this wasn’t a client.  This was, “Vi,” he gasped her nickname as she rose to embrace him.  And he can’t help but return it, pulling her in with thick-corded arms against a naked chest where his heart beat a thousand miles a minute ... right below where his dog tags dangled.  He wouldn’t let himself focus on how good she felt.  Fuck, on how she was making him feel beneath the towel that was the only thing he still had on! “I can’t believe it,” he let out a breathless laugh, craning his neck back to get a better look at the brunette who had been the object of so many fantasies. You look incredible.  But what are you doing here?”  It was the stupidest possible question but a sign of just how thrown he was.  There was only one reason for anyone to be here, in this suite, with an escort who was paid to fuck her senseless something he would have happily done for free.  Tyler’s boyish features lit with more than a little understanding a whole lot more mischief. “Forget I asked that.  I just can’t believe it’s you.  Or that you’re the one who’s booked me for the night.  Oh.  You booked me for the night,” he repeated slower, letting those words sink in and his green eyes widened, looking down between them but making no move to pull back. And again he was back to the word that described his world entirely. “Fuck.”

#c: tyler #violet

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the honest was more than andrea had been expecting to hear from him but she takes reprieve in the fact that the focus is taken off of herself and put back on him:  it’s what she was most comfortable within this kind of atmosphere.  “ well,  unless you’re in a relationship,  there’s nothing wrong with that.  and i think some would be happy to say this place is much better than a traditional relationship, ”  she chuckled.  “ and it sounds like a good business move.  if i know nothing else about you,  it’d that you care about your success at work. ”

Two could play at that game and Donovan was not so easily drawn into his own self-criticism that he couldn’t turn the same questioning back on Andrea. “I don’t think I have ever had what could be considered a traditional relationship in my life.  But that’s quite enough about me.  What of yourself?  What do you care about and what do you consider success in your work here?”

#c: donovan #andrea

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babygirlstm‌:

the whisper of that praise against her skin had her shuddering a little, anticipation building up in the air as she didn’t dare remove her eyes away from him. a kiss pressed against her hips, trailing along the bare expanse of her skin until it reached the junction of her thighs. holding her breath in as her desire-clouded eyes watched him, a soft whimper escaped her lips as she tugged on his locks harder. “ please, daddy– ” briar practically begged needily as his lips found its way towards her core. the first flick of his tongue against her center had her quivering as she finally shut her eyes, her arousal meeting his mouth as the water cascaded down their bodies. throwing her head back against the wall of the shower as she felt her knees getting weaker, she let him maneuver one leg over his shoulder to give him better access. her smooth core was dripping with arousal for gibson, begging to just be devoured. a drawled out moan spilled from her lips when he dove right in, hips arching against his face as she tried to keep still. the soreness she was feeling just moments ago was now being overwhelmed by this newfound pleasure as cries of bliss escaped her lips.

Gibson would deny her nothing, and couldn’t now even if he had wanted to.  Not when she sounded that sweet and tasted, fuck, even sweeter.  He knew what she wanted by that ‘please,’ more and deeper.  His hand caressed the inside of her risen leg, and by the same touch providing a sluice for the water to run down, to pool at her cunt where his tongue lapped and licked, joining it as he pushed inside her, eased open her clenched muscles and feasted on Briar like the breakfast she was.  But he couldn’t go so far as to forget about her comfort and care, and he manoeuvered his broad shoulders between her legs, providing a ledge for her to rest upon as pleasure shook her body. “Like this, princess?” he murmured, nuzzling her clit and rolling over it with his thumb, curling his tongue inside her, now relaxing, now stiffening it, testing what and where got the best reaction, what brought her closest to the release he thirsted for. “I dreamed about this last night.  The taste of you.  It took everything I had not to go down on you while you were asleep.  Morning, glory.”

#c: briar #gibson #nsfw

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avery-jones‌:

Anticipation swelled into the air as his lips traced along her skin delicately, her neck twisting to his touch, as she felt the static excitement dance along her skin. The words whispered into her ear made her back arch raise, her chest lifting and a soft sigh released from her lips, an audible escape of her enjoyment. Lips curling into a smile as he spoke, her eyes glinted and she nodded her head knowingly “oh don’t worry, I can be well behaved… when I want to be” she uttered gently a brow arching, she wouldn’t just give in completely. As his eyes locked on hers for a second she took a softly breath, her mouth pursed together softly so as to stop her biting down on the corner of her lip.

Avery found herself faced toward the onlookers who at this point weren’t paying much attention, why would they be yet, this place was swarming with different sexual exploits. Though she guessed Gibson would be making damn sure they didn’t stay oblivious for long. Her back arched against his body and her hands traced down his legs, gripping lightly at the tops of his thighs, rolling her hips into his groin as she felt his cock harden underneath her. As he pulled the fabric from her body she breathed sharply inwards, a quiet gasp. His hands tracing down her body made her arch more, her skin electric with his touch, a quiet moan as he drew closer to her naval. Her breathing slow and controlled but audible, her rising heart pounding as he teased with her. She followed his instruction, slowly… moving her legs apart, one, then the other and she sighed breathlessly nodding her head and chiming “yes, sir”

It was that ‘when I want to be’ that had to be earned with Avery.  That was what Gibson enjoyed, giving her every good reason to be good.  The satisfaction derived when she relented and placed herself in his hands with the sort of trust she exhibited in that illicit moment was vastly more intense because of the choice. He kissed her neck as she turned and leaned back against him, an act of praise echoed in the touch that descended to press, simply with the flat of his palm, over her thighs and the remaining scrap of clothing her panties provided. “This is art, too, Avery.  The heat of your cunt.  The soft pant of your breath.  Even the way you said ‘Yes, sir’ just now.  We must show it off.”

And with a quirk of mischief to his expression Gibson called to a passing gentleman he didn’t know and didn’t need to, “You there, sir.  Look.”  He gently caressed Avery through silk and lace, kneading her, stimulating for a response their audience could take in. “Have you ever seen anything so lovely?  She’s like a flower, begging for the touch of the sun.  And how she opens,” he took pride in his work through slow, calculated strokes, letting the poor man gawk and concerned with him only for whatever fire it stoked in Avery.  That was the entire goal of their exhibition; giving what she wanted because she had done the same for Gibson.

#c: gibson #avery #nsfw

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babygirlstm‌:

since she didn’t exactly specify what she wanted for the night, she couldn’t complain about the male only clad in a pair of red boxer briefs sent to her door. not that she was complaining at the sight. he was definitely showing off, something that she’s still trying to put her finger on. after all, she’s used to being the one who does that. the wolf whistle that followed her as she slipped her robe off and let it drop to the floor had her rolling her eyes fondly. bending over to retrieve two glasses, she opened the mini fridge as well and grabbed a bottle of dom perignon. holding it one on hand and the two glasses on the other, she turned around to raise a brow at him, “ is that a challenge i hear? i hope you don’t mind a glass of champagne then. ” she added as she placed the two glasses on the counter and filled them with the bubbly liquid. there was a cockiness in his tone that made her chuckle as he continued to show off for her. “ by what i see so far, yes–but you have yet to perform, have you? ” beckoning for him to come closer in a come hither motion, she handed one of the flutes to him before taking a small sip from her own. humming along to his question as she padded towards the bed, she sat on the edge of the mattress and crossed one leg over the other. “ how about you surprise me, mi amor? ” she purred sensually as she leaned back a little with a coy smile playing on her lips. angel wanted to see what he could come up with.

Tyler made a show of draining his flute in a single, lusty gulp, not concerned with the subtleties of the alcohol no matter how expensive it likely was.  Setting the glass aside, he advanced towards his client and her bed, an eyebrow lifting and his thumbs looping under the elastic of his boxer briefs, making a show of pulling them away just enough for the barest glimpse of the head of his cock to peek over before letting them snap back into place. “What kind of performance did you have in mind?  I don’t dance.  I don’t sing.  I fuck,” he confessed with typical bluntness and the wide, charming smile that had been the death of a thousand pairs of panties. “My job here tonight is to get you off again.  And again.  And again.  It ain’t ego when I say no one else in this place can do that like I can.  What I need to know is, how do you want it?  And what’s your safe word for when you can’t cum anymore?”

#c: angel #tyler

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babygirlstm‌:

feeling a little buzzed from the alcohol she has taken as well as the adrenaline still rushing through her veins, all of her senses were heightened at the moment. and soon enough, she could feel a digit sliding underneath her dress and moving under the skimpy fabric she was wearing to pressed between her ass cheeks. “ hmm–is that so? ” the young actress whispered in return as she continued her movements, seeking more of the friction as she urged him to move his finger against her. after all, the dim light hid the licentious activities going on and she’s never been too careful when it came to following her pleasure. being pulled against his chest as she tilted her head slightly, her breath hitched at the words of warning against her earlobe. a quiet whimper falling from her parted lips as she did exactly just what he was cautioning her not to. shifting her hips on her heels so that his finger would move lower and find the mess he has made out of her. “ but what if i want it rough and hard? ” angel returned with a little smirk on her lips as she continued to grind against him.

Angel was good at testing him, at winding Wyatt up knowing what that would lead to.  He had no doubt she had chose that dress, in part, to drive him wild and she succeeded with flying colors as his cock at her ass and his finger gliding between her thighs could attest.  God, she was wet.  And bare.  He slicked his finger with the barest brush against her before trailing it back over her ass right as a music executive who could make or break careers passed them by.  Wyatt reached out with the hand he’d just teased Angel’s cunt with for a handshake and a sidelong glance at the brunette, not continuing their conversation until the unwitting man walked on. “Promise to be good and you’ll get it as hard and rough as you can take ... in the limo and back in my hotel room.  But here, we play by my rules.  Or you won’t feel me again on that pussy that’s primed for me,” he whispered low, kissing the words against the nape of her neck.

#c: angel #wyatt #nsfw

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       he had always been a man of mystery,        as he seemed to have so many tricks up his sleeve. dare she question them   ?   never, but found it quite entertaining to experience them, nonetheless. still, what he held in his grasp wasn’t anything different to what he used before. little items meant to express that he was in control; control of her and what her body was so desperately wanting him to do to it. she pushes off the wall, as her green hues are focused on him and then his crop. fingers running lightly over it, as if to feel just how well the leather was mended together. the touch shocking, but use of it much more rewarding. she is ready just to see what he would do to her. her wrist still representations of what he could do, as far as bondage.   ‘   disappoint   ?   never. you always seem to keep me on my toes, but whether want them to stay on the ground or in the air   ?   that’s all up to you. but hopefully you can show a little kindness to my robe. I wouldn’t want my client thinking I wore it for someone else,  ’   she returns tauntingly, giving him all the more reason to rip it off.

Sex at the Garden was pure fantasy, and Wyatt submerged himself in it til he happily drowned in the lusts an adventurous, vivacious woman like Olivia could inspire.  He let her touch the crop, feel the grain of its leather, the heft of the rod, the softness at the end of the tassel that with the right momentum could sting as exquisitely as if it were made of iron.  And as he knew she would, she didn’t flinch away from the prospect.  Grinning appreciatively, the master dangled the tassel end at the base of her throat and then brought it down, gliding between her breasts, further down, a little curlicue where the belt kept her cinched before he pulled his instrument back, bringing the tie with it, unfastening her and opening the robe with the very implement he intended to wield. “I’ll try,” he promised again, eyeing her hungrily and adoring how the folds of the robe accented her curves and somehow made what was revealed all the more enticing for how the soft fabric framed her. “Now, arms at your side, widen your stance.  Let’s see what we have to work with tonight, hrmm?”

#c: olivia #wyatt #nsfw

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TEXT | EAST & TYLER

east: yo dude. what you up to?

ty: hey, just finished up with three clients. at the same time. what about you?

#text #easton #tyler

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seductivism‌:

sierra had been told that she had a way of making whoever she was with feel like they were the only the only person in her world. with wyatt, she couldn’t help but bring up others. it set a fire in him that she loved, and she wanted more. “i know, i’m only yours.” she finally admitted, dropping the teasing to be honest. as much as teasing wyatt was fun, sierra didn’t want him forgetting who he was to her either. who she was to him. though she wouldn’t admit it, sierra craved to be his favorite.

she moaned softly when he began to tease at her nipple, they were sensitive and he knew it. her hips rocked against his, another moan slipping from her lips as she felt his cock barely brushing against her. of course, she wanted more, she always wanted more. “mmm, you need to take me back there, i think that was the best vacation i’ve ever had.” but her body was already on fire, reacting to every little thing he did to her and the water jet driving her wild.

“And I’m yours, babe,” Wyatt huskily promised right back, meaning every word with such raw, needful truth that it made him wince because from how strongly he felt it.  These were the moments he treasured with her, when she looked at him with eyes very different from those his blonde escort turned on other clients.  He knew this was special and different and unique.  Just like Sierra was.

And all of that pent-up need inevitably led to other things, too.  He rocked back against her, bouncing her slowly off the wall of the pool behind her pert little ass, remembering their vacation and what it had been like to fuck her to the rhythm of the tide rolling in and out. “I was finding sand in places I’d forgot existed for weeks but it was worth it,” Wyatt recalled with a chuckle, taking a loving bite out of Sierra’s lower lip as he ground against her, working them both hotter and himself so damn hard. “We haven’t done that in a while, have we?  Taken a trip and got away for a few days.  Maybe we should.  But you know what that means.  I’d have to claim you, Sierra.  Do you want that, too?  For everyone else here to know that when they fuck you that it’s my bed, our bed you’ll be in before the end of the night?”

#c: wyatt #sierra #nsfw

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~ooc~ All is right with the world this morning; power is stable again, it’s barely 8 AM and I’ve already been out to get groceries, sitting here with a chicken biscuit and a sweet tea and after breakfast I am going to hit up replies.  I NEED lots of RP today so hit me up if we don’t have anything going!

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~ooc~ The power has been on and off all day as they try to restore it to the areas knocked out by the tornadoes last night.  Hopefully it’s on for a while now and I can get down to replies!

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~ooc~ Hope everyone is doing well today, especially anyone else here in the southern/central USA after the terrible weather we had yesterday.  Got through it unscathed, myself, thankfully, but was a late and long night as tornadoes touched down all around.  I’ll be getting replies out here in just a bit but as always am up for plotting if anyone wants a lil’ action with my boys!

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~ooc~ Tornado weather is rolling through here so off the computer for now but will get replies up later.  Assuming the power doesn’t go out!

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sage giggled a bit at tyler’s reaction, wiggling until she was completely satisfied in her spot on his lap. “what if i want to show those off?” questioned she, head cocking a bit as she looked back at the escort. tipsy or not, sage was not building a reputation at the garden for being a prude. before long, she’d end up walking around in her underwear.

Tyler could be an absolute horndog and was led along by his own moneymaker too often even when his intentions were good but he did have his moments of pure altruism and this was one (even if Sage was making it harder and harder the more she wiggled against him). “You’ve got a lot to show off, sunshine, and any of us would be privileged to show 'those’ the attention they deserve but you’ll still probably hate me tomorrow if I let you get sloppy tonight with some random nobody.  How many drinks have you had?!”

#c: sage #tyler

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svddendesire‌:

“ motivation is just one of many things. ”  andrea countered with a little raise of a brow,  head with the slightest tilt to the side.  she could just answer the question,  plain and simple.  there was a degree of privacy that she’d always been able to maintain  ––  her history was her own.  “ see?  that’s why i like you. ”  she smiled.  “ obviously i don’t want to be put out of the way.  money is a lot of things, but not everything.  and…  i’m not quite sure what a promotion here would entail, ”  her lips pursed for a moment.  “ you like to figure people out, don’t you?  not for fun,  but… out of some necessity?  ”  she guessed.

Andrea might have been hitting closer to the mark than she knew and that unsettled Donovan slightly.  He shifted in his chair, only reluctantly nodding to her question. “I do, yes.  I need to figure other people out.  When I know what makes them tick I can better anticipate how they’ll work and what they’ll expect.  That helps me ...” he chose the next phrase carefully, trying not to offer up any vulnerability, “better defend against any attempts to get under my skin.  Understanding others keeps them from understanding me.  And that’s the way I like it.”

#c: andrea #donovan