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chasitynobody · 6 years

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Chasity’s New Pet: Selina 5-6/Chasity 5-6

Selina 5:

Intrigue and excitement fill Selina’s mind. She nods in understanding as you provide your answer, but her smile quivers a little as she sees you ash your cigarette over the ledge. Environmental consciousness springs into the forefront of Selina’s mind, momentarily distracting her. She surreptitiously nudges the ashtray closer to you as she echoes your words, “seen and admired… well, you’ve certainly been seen and admired her tonight by me at the very least.” She winks at you with the eye less obscured by her hair. Environmental conscience satisfied, her focus returns; Selina deems it to be past the time for introductory pleasantries. The excitement flaring behind her eyes is increasingly difficult to contain. True, she knows little about you, and not even your name, but that’s beside the point. In fact, her lack of knowledge about you only makes you all the more enticing.

A unique catch, an alluring appearance, and little foreknowledge. These vague notions swirl in Selina’s head as she is enthralled by your every move. This mindset prompts Selina to make more aggressive advances. She takes a daring step closer to you, in a bold invasion of your personal space. Her proximity allows her to lower her voice and yet still be heard as she says, “And I’d dare say you’re someone who’s worthy of admiration.” She gazes flirtatiously into your eyes, and asks, “do you mind if I admire you a bit more closely?”

Chasity 5:

As I listen to her muse at my words, I notice her slide an ashtray closer to me, I suppose I should pay better attention. My mind was elsewhere during out conversation. I pointedly ash again using the proffered vessel as she steps closer to me, “Do you mind if I admire you a bit more closely?” she asks. My eyebrows arch slightly in surprise. I wasn't expecting this turn of events, especially with such forwardness.

Undaunted however, I turn towards her more and cock my head slightly to the side appraisingly, “Hmm, I must admit you aren't my usual type.” I have little interest in men, I prefer the feminine form. The soft, smooth skin, delicate features, and alluring curves. So much so that I choose to emulate it myself. However, many assume I have a sexual preference for men given my appearance and mannerisms, dressed either way. I don't make any attempts to dissuade them of the notion. Perhaps I enjoy surrounding myself in a certain amount of mystery.

I find a certain amount of enjoyment in letting my admirer come to the inaccurate conclusion that I'm referring to her gender. Subtly playing with her mind in such ways amuses me. I don't want to scare her off however, “But you have been very flattering. Perhaps something can be arranged.” Seeing that spark in her eyes diminish then return at my words makes me smile. This can be so easy sometimes.

Selina 6:

Selina licks her lips as she senses your surprise at her forwardness. But right on cue, her excitement is damped by your declaration. “Aren’t my usual type,” rings in her ears. Of course, it had been silly for her to get her hopes up before confirming your preferences. The wild fantasies that she had been envisioning are suddenly dulled, and Selina feels stupid and embarrassed for having been so easily excited. The fire in her eyes is dimmed just as you expect, and she glances away, muttering in a tone hardly audible above the noise, “Oh, I see.” In that moment, Selina considers how best to apologize and move on for the night, but the next moment, she hears words that lift her spirits back up again to their fullest and rekindle the excitement in her eyes. A smile returns to her lips to match yours. Never does it occur to her that your words were carefully chosen to achieve this effect in her mind – Selina thinks only of the next phase of flirtation.

Resurgence back from the low-swing down into disappointment leaves Selina seeing you as even more attractive than before. Your aura radiates with an intoxicating splendor. Selina’s mind races to develop her plan to get closer to you, but her instincts take over and defeat her higher-level thinking. Flattering – that was the word that you used. Selina latches onto that word. If flattery is what you seek, then flattery you shall receive. Selina takes a step back and bows low so that her hair flows forward and nearly brushes against your belly. Her voice takes on the air of a noble knight – or at least a Shakespearean actor playing such a knight. “My gracious lady honors me with her presence,” she says before standing upright again and giggling as she brushes the hair away from her eyes.

“But seriously,” Selina says, stepping close to you again. “You’ve already impressed me on multiple levels. I would love to get to know you better, perhaps in quieter surroundings.” Selina waves dismissively at the crowd. “Would ton-tomorrow night work for you?” Selina barely catches herself before suggesting tonight, and covers her near-slipup with an innocent smile. Given your refined demeanor, Selina gauges that tomorrow would be a safer suggestion. As your cigarette inches closer to the end of its lifespan, Selina makes another gesture of affection by picking up the ashtray and holding it up for you so that your effort required to dispose of your ashes is minimal. She gazes into your eyes with renewed excitement and anticipation, eagerly awaiting a positive reply to her invitation.

Chasity 6:

I look down at you holding an ashtray for me as a small smile curls the edge of my lips. So eager to please it seems. Her eyes looking at me reflect that desire a hundred-fold. I'm becoming very interested in what I may have found here tonight, but that doesn't mean I'll make it easy for her.

I slowly take one more drag off my cigarette, holding the smoke in my lungs for an extra few seconds before releasing it. Letting the girl stand there holding the ashtray for me like a servant. I turn toward her pointedly at this and delicately grind my cigarette butt out in the ashtray, taking my time and pointedly ignoring her last question as she waits with baited breath.

With that finished I finally answer her, “Well, perhaps introductions would be in order first?” Playing along with her little bow from earlier, I hold out a feminine hand daintily, as if to be kissed, “My name is Chase, though I often go by Chasity, but that seems rather pointless since you know what I am.”

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