It was early yet. The vast majority of the casinos patrons hadn't yet rolled in to assume their usual places at the tables or the bar or the slots. Taking in a slow deep breath and breathing it out in a long, drawn out sigh, Wylde meandered through all the machines and tables, nodding to a few folks here and there, offering a quirked little smirky grin to some soul here or there. The tom was heading to the bar in a round about fashion. One could never know what sort of intriguing person one may stumble upon. His stride had an easy gait to it and his head was held high with unshakable, young confidence. Wylde licked his lips as he drew closer to the bar.
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The girl wasn't sure which role she wanted to play today, she sat behind the bar, fingering her other outfit... the one she often wore to play with people. Right now she was just Tempette... but if she slipped into that black-cherry wig, and slipped on more sexy clothes... she would become Lilith... a character she played well with confidence. Temp knew her body, knew her strengths and weaknesses... and also was quick to judge others for theirs. Usually she proved to be right, but who knew... perhaps someone would surprise her. Absentmindedly Tempette fingered the zipper keeping the smooth black cloth in place like a second skin... the question remained
what was it today, the sexy bartendress who knew how to make someone pant... or the Escort who had such a high return rate?
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A fine brow arched slightly at Wylde's gaze settled upon a particularly attractive girl was sitting behind the bar. His lips spread into a lopsided smile. His shortish tail swished behind him as he sauntered up to the bar to stand not quite directly in front of her. Obviously, she was an employee of his mother's but things were slow and quiet, and she seemed to be torn about something. He folded his arms on the bar, one hand reaching across it to brush his fingertips ever so lightly across her skin. "Well, that's a contemplative look if I ever saw one. How do? I'm Wylde. Who might I ask is this vision before me be?" He asked with a smile.
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Tempette looked up, her eyes immediately getting softer, more flirty. "Debating which way I want to play with peoples minds today.~" She looked around before lifting the wig. "to be Tempette or Lilith is the question. What do you think? Tend the bar or send the men head over heels?" She let out a soft purr, placing the wig back into her bag and standing, leaning against the bar and pressing her ample cleavage against the polished bar. "or just me for now?" She lightly ran her fingertips down his neck, to his shoulder, before raising a glass in his direction. "I'll even let you mix me a drink."
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Wylde gave a low humming sound as he considered the options posed of him. "Well, I may not know what the unwashed masses want, but I definitely wouldn't mind getting to playing, period. Mm. Decisions, decisions. Nothing quite like the real deal, although I wouldn't say no to some playing around with your Lilith either." His fingertip traced a loose spiral against the back of her hand before trailing it up along her arm. "I think for now though, I'd prefer getting to know just you." Offering a smile, he pushed back from the bar and slowly moved around to stand behind the bar. He slid up next to her, his shoulder brushing hers. "For the lady, anything." Wylde reached over and took the glass into his hand. "What's your pleasure, darlin'?"
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The girl laughed, tapping her fingers against the bar. "I think I could handle Lilith tonight. So give me something with a bit of a bite to it." Tempette usually wasn't this reserved with a male around, but hell.... this was her bosses son... But damn it was hard not to flirt. "Maybe if we get a privet room before the show begins I'll let you see how much im like Lilith." She let a purr slip into her words, making them almost feel like a caress themselves. "I play very nice with the right type of person."
... like your mother, but she didn't say that... it would probably be a turn off that Denali had quite literarily screwed her while she was pregnant with them... She laughed, a small giggle bubbling out of her mouth as she thought about it. So she shouldn't be apprehensive at all right? She had already banged them. Remembering something whispered in passing... some stupid little bet Tempette grinned, fluttering her lashes at him. "Oh yes, a room sounds amazing right now. You could help me get ready.~"
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“But of course,” He crooned to her with a smile. “I can fix you up a Blow Job, some Absinthe, Absolut Passion…” Wylde let his voice trail off as he grinned before crouching down to rummage beneath the bar before taking out the Bailey’s Irish Cream, some Tequila Rose strawberry cream liqueur, some amaretto almond liqueur, and some pineapple juice. Pulling another glass out, he mixed two different drinks before returning the various bottles and containers to where they belonged. Holding a glass in each hand, the tom turned to face her with a little incline of his head. “Take your pick,” he spoke with a low, soft purr blending into his words. In one glass, the Bailey’s and strawberry cream liqueur, in the other the amaretto and pineapple juice. “Mm-hmm. A privet room can certainly be arranged. Who am I to say to no to helping a gal out?” He took a bit of a sidestep which brought him closer. Wylde softly inhaled, taking in her scent. A smile spread across his features. “Ladies first…”
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Tempette laughed quietly, taking the glass with the strawberry liquor and flashing a pretty smile. "but of course you are, just like your mum and your eldest brother." Something about that comment made her laugh harder, the game was starting... and he had come to her willingly. Oh how ... idiotic males where at times. Tempette didn't need him to show her to a room, she had her own she stayed in if she had gotten too drunk to walk home at midnight... oh and when she needed to change before the curtain went up. Less suspicious glances changing into a wig in a room, instead of in front of everyone. She slipped behind a curtain, waiting for the male before turning down one of the various hallways and taking out a passkey from the lace of her thigh highs, (which coincidentally was right next to a little bag of catnip and a knife) and slid it into the slot, pushing open the door with her hip she made eye contact.
yes come to dinner said the spider to the fly...
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Wylde dipped his head when the Somali claimed her preferred beverage. He took the opportunity to tip his glass lightly to her in a half toast before taking a swill of the drink he was left with, Foreplay. He followed her behind the curtain, casting an occasional glance to some arriving patron or other. His gait didn't change, nor did his expression look especially eager or worked up. In fact, he looked vaguely amused, with one of his brows arched finely and his ears pricked forward, a half-grin on his face. Wylde had no trouble keeping up or following her through the various twists and turns that lead to the door they paused in front of. The tom took another sip of his drink when her eyes met his as she pushed the door open with one of her delicious hips. With the hand that didn't have anything in it, the tom moved his hand to the small of her back and trailed it along her waist to usher her out of the hallway. "So, you have your own privet little suite. How nice..." He spoke with a smooth, even tone.
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Tempette rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "only because your mother is so fond of me." OH if only he knew how fond... she flashed him a smile, closing the door by nudging him into it. He eyes danced with some unknown emotion behind them... amusement, excitement, danger? It was all just foreplay to her. She leaned into his body, allowing the momentum of them both to keep the door firmly shut. "No aren't you going to be a good boy and lock the door? Both of our hides will be tanned if your mother decides to pay her... respects." She sipped the drink, eyes flashing again, before letting her weight come away from him and heading in the direction her typical... tools of the trade were stashed. Wigs, costumes, cosplays, whips, handcuffs... the whole nine yards stuffed into a duffle bag under the bed. She bent down, not even bothering to use her knees to help (being short did have its advantages) and tugged the heavy bag out with one hand. Tonight would be fun, if the boy knew how to play just right.
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"I could only imagine why," He stated with a flat out grin. Wylde knew his mother's way of doing things, granted he had no idea that Tempette and his mother had a bit of a thing going while she was pregnant with he and his siblings. He let himself get pushed back against the door, hearing it click behind him. His half grin grew into a devious little smirk. "I may...Or maybe I'm feeling like taking a risk and leaving it." He gave a short laugh. "Aye, that she would. Mum comes visiting often to pay her respects?" He sniffed to punctuate his question before watching Tempette stroll of in the direction of her bed. Briefly, he pursed his lips as if debating leaving the door be, but did opt to lock it as he pushed himself away from the door. He sauntered up to stand directly behind her as she bent to tug out the large duffle bag. His hand ran along her shoulders before he shifted himself to the side to sink to sit on the edge of her bed. "Your big bag of tricks?" He asked with a grin, half obscured by the rim of his glass.
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The somali female raised her eyebrow, peeking up at him through a fall of her platinum hair. "Every girl has to have one." She lifted the heavy bag with one arm, nearly sploshing her drink, and tossed it onto his lap.
"You go ahead and look through there, I need to freshen up for the guys I really need to charm tonight." Tempette stuck out her tongue, then bit her lip and winked. She slipped out of her heels, leaving them in the walkway to the bathroom, immediately shrinking four inches as she did so. Hey, she was built for speed, not comfort.. even if she did have plenty padding in all the right areas. She switched on the light with her fishnet clad foot, flashing the top of her lace thigh-highs, not even realize just what she was doing. Tempette was flexible, her mother being a dancer and training her since birth... so it was only natural to do things with your legs (which most people couldn't conceive) if your hands were full no? She took a gulp of the drink, wondering where most of it had gone. Damn, she really had to watch alcohol that tasted like candy.
At least this boy seemed to understand what the hell she was doing half the time. The poor dim whit earlier... he had no idea what hit him until it was gone.
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avidnodana (8:27:52 PM): "Mm, I bet," Wylde said as she dropped the bag into his lap. "Don't mind if I do," He said with a hint of a purr as she turned to freshen up. He watched her meander towards the bathroom, his brows arching for a moment when she became the amazing shrinking girl. He knew that she had heels on, but it was still a mite surprising. "Fun sized..." He mused to himself as he knocked back the rest of his drink, still watching her with relative interest. The tom absently noted somewhere in the back of his head as he shifted his attention from the Somali to her bag of goodies that she was a flexible little thing. He made a note to see just how far she could go. Wylde made a few interested sounds at some of the items tucked away in her duffel bag, lifting some out to give them a good once over before tucking them away again. "So, you obviously have a place here. Where else do you haunt when you aren't driving our patrons out of their minds?"
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she laughed, real laughter... not the girly little bubble most males got out of her, this wasn't practice. "Oh anywhere that catches my fancy. As long as my parents are at arms length, I can play with who ever the hell I want. And hey I have a damned high return rate for someone 'inexperienced.'" She finished off her drink, slipping off the skirt, leaving her only in her stockings, black lace panties (of course) and corset top. She finger-combed her hair, not really bothering to pay any attention to the male in her room, he could watch... wasn't like she was going to do anything with him... yet, unless he proved to be more entertaining then he was letting on. She flipped her hair to one side, putting on a crescent-moon necklace. "Lilith doesn't go anywhere without it." she said, stepping out of the bathrooms harsh light and into the dimmed room.
Tempette put her hand on her hip, cocking it with a well practiced ease. "So what will it be tonight handsome?" She let the last word die with a purr, her voice more of an alto then her usual second soprano, husky, lustful. It was her Lilith voice, her eyes flashed with humor as she looked at him, not at all self conscious of the -extremely- revealing clothing -or lack there of-.
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"More power to ya," Wylde said with a grin as he shifted the bag off of his lap to sit it at his side. He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he watched the girl slip into her persona. It really was intriguing to watch. He rose and placed his empty glass on the nightstand before giving a stretch, arching his back, hands interlaced over his head. The tom turned when Tempette emerged from the bathroom. The corner of his lips quirked up in a little grin as he dropped his arms. "Damn, I feel entirely overdressed now. Don't you move." He growled softly as he drew close to her, walking a slow circle around the Somali just drinking her in. As he passed behind her, Wylde unbuttoned his shirt save for one button a little bit over his belly button. Coming around to pass in front of her, he extended a hand to trail his fingers over her slender waist. "I would say we need mood lighting but I'm fine with everything from dawn to dusk, from noon to the dark of the night...You look good enough to eat, girlie." He finished his statement standing almost exactly behind her. He pulled her to his chest, lowering his head to skin his teeth over the skin of her neck, using the hand that wasn't pressed against her belly to brush her long hair out of the way. "Why not show me what you got? Thrill me..." He growled into her ear, grinning against her hair.
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The Somali turned her head obediently at his -not so subtle request- she let a soft moan escape her lips, his sharp teeth sinking into one of three places that really got Tempette going. she went limp against him, biting her lip and gazing up into his face. She laughed at his statement.... the poor boy didn't know what he was asking. And stood straighter, spinning around in his arms and wrapping her hand in his hair. "and what kind of thrills do you seek? I can be a very pleasing girl, given the right character to play. what... rocks... you." She said, breathing the last words against his lips, Amber eyes blazing.
Tempette made no move to take his arms from her waist, after all... she did like a pair of good strong arms if they knew what they were doing. She arched a brow, letting one hand remain clasped in his hair, the other lightly tailing down the mails front, her claws inches from the skin. "You seem like a top to me, am I right?" She looked up, from his bare flesh and went up on her tip-toes so that she was -somewhat- closer to his face.
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Wylde smirked inwardly to himself as the lovely Tempette fell limp against him. A mental note was taken to investigate other locations that may have similar effects. When she straightened herself up and twirled around to face him, a smile pulled at his lips and a brow arching slightly. "Mm. I'm thinking we can start with some mutual exploration and just running with it. Plenty of time to do acrobatics. The world isn't ending tomorrow." He gave a short chuckle. "I don't doubt that. Not in the least...I like screams," Wylde said with an impish grin as he teasingly nipped at her lower lip. His hand that had been on her belly now rested in the middle of her back and that was where it stayed...for the time being. His other hand however took the opportunity presented to him by their present position to trail it down the curve of her waist, over the flare of her hip before grabbing the Somali's a**. "I go where I'm needed." He breathed lightly pressing his forehead against hers as she pushed herself up closer. "I'm a switch, darlin'. I don't limit myself in such ways..."
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She raised an eyebrow, lightly scratching his flesh. "well I suppose your in good company then. I like to scream." She flashed him a smile, looking up at him through her eyelashes. She tugged away, stepping closer to the bed -carefully- avoiding her spiked heels. "but I don't know if I can do this... I mean, your mother is my boss." It didn't really matter to Tempette, but she knew she needed to keep him interested, bait the hook but don't catch the fish -quite yet= "what if I loose my job? You wouldn't even miss me. I at least know ... never mind." she turned to the bag on the bed, allowing her hair to fall between them, and rummaging through the large sack. "besides, im indisposed, and not thinking clearly." She smirked, but knew he wouldn't be able to see it. She pulled out a dress she knew looked lovely on, and her typical black cherry colored wig.
Tempette turned to look at him, giving him a small smile.
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Wylde let a purr rumble in his chest at her lightly drawing her nails over his skin. Scratching, in his humble opinion, was ridiculously hot and was something he rather enjoyed the feel of. Nothing quite like getting a bit of a sting when the going got rough, so to speak. "Lucky me..." He let her slip from his hands and move closer to the bed. The tom scratched his chest beneath his scar over his heart. He angled his head to watch the way she moved, to read her body language. When she spoke, he straightened back up again. "You're really gonna get hung up on a little thing like my mom being your boss?" He sniffed and slipped his hands into his pockets, tipping his head back ever so slightly with his eyes still locked intently on her. "I doubt you will. You're an asset to the casino. A damn fine one, in fact." He flashed her a bit of a grin. When she spoke again, Wylde shifted his stance, crossing his arms over his chest and now angling his head forward. "Now, who are you to say what I would and wouldn't do..." A brow arched upward when she cut herself off. "You at least know...what?" He dropped his arms and walked a bit closer to her before leaning against the wall, one arm relaxed hanging at his side and the other resting with his hand on his hip. "Absolutely, terrible state to be in." He licked his lips and blinked at the dress and wig that she pulled out. He returned her smile, his ears perked forward. Wylde's smile turned into a bit of a grin. "Need help getting into that little number?"
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Tempette smiled her best smile, Lifting up the black cloth, with lace trimming. 'oh would you? Its a b***h to get on... and even worse to get off... ya know how tight things are. Oh and I was just thinking... that at least I know one of your siblings would miss me if I got fired for... misbehaving." Her eyebrow raised when she smirked this time, tossing the wig to the bed and turning, un zipping the corset that held her ample bosom comfortably. "Sorry, that dress in particular requires nothing underneath... it shows too much in the silky fabric." Tempette tossed him the dress and her corset, her eyes twinkling as she turned and raised her arms above her head... waiting for him to dress her.
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"Oh absolutely," Wylde began with a quirked grin. "Well, I could imagine, but I fully intend to find out sooner or later so I'll learn." He let the last word draw out with his purr before pushing away from the wall. "Eh, you'll be a tough one not to miss, especially if the misbehaving is done with yours truly." One of his ears flicked, a subtle motion. Hm. Either she was gal pals with Cheshire or she was buddy buddy with Ichijou, or perhaps both. Duly noted. It didn't matter though, a little competition didn't hurt nobody. It only made things more interesting. Drawn out of his musing by Tempette continuing, he flashed a smirk, a brow rising a bit as well. "Suits me just fine." He caught the dress and corset as they were tossed to him. His smirk broadened a degree as she turned, his ears drawing back impishly. Dipping his head to her before stepping closer than was absolutely necessary, he shifted the dress in his hands so that he could pull it down over her arms. He did so, slowly drawing his hands down along her arms, sliding the dress lower. He paused when the dress slipped over her eyes. Wylde grinned and gave her a slow kiss before working the dress lower, himself following along. He licked the space between her bosoms and pressed a light kiss to her upper belly before he stood and wiggled it down over her hips. "You do like it snug." He said with a grin.
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The somali watched the male decide it would be fun to play with her while dressing her, a small smirk forming on her lips. Oh she was pretty, without a doubt. But when he kissed her... that surprised Tempette, he did so gently... not at all what she was expecting, thus making her a little slow to the mark, ending up seeming less enthuasitic as she really was. When his tongue slid between her treats Tempette let out a soft growl, not really sure why she did so. He was bordering on dangerous at this point in time... because she truly didn't want to be wearing anything... or him for that matter...
"Your playing rough, or are you just enthusiastic about boobs?"
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Wylde flashed a crooked grin with a little flick of his tongue across his lips at her growl. That was such a wonderful sound. The tom took a half-step back and angled his head to her, half cocked and bowed. "A bit of both, sugar. I find playing dirty can be quite fun. Don't you agree, Tempette?" He let her name flow off of his tongue like silk. Wylde looked her over, pursing his lips, a ghost of a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. "When does your shift begin? I want to know how long I can keep you."
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Tempette looked at the clock on the wall, smirking. "It began just a moment ago. Your welcome to come play with my customers... but your going to have to wait till midnight to have me. I have an interesting... Idea, for tonight's cliental. She picked up the wig, tucking in her long silky blond hair into the wig, putting on the black cherry curls that made her skin even paler, her eyes even brighter. "You may escort me, and perhaps escort me back later."
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Wylde glanced to the clock with a soft growl. "Damn my impeccable timing." He returned his heterochromatic eyes to her, heaving a sigh, and offering a bit of a shrug. The tom blinked at the offer and grinned. "Sure. I think I can manage myself until then by playing with your customers." He paused and quirked a brow. "Oh? An idea?" Wylde listened to her proposal with his arms crossed over his chest. He watched her tuck her fair hair up under the dark, curly wig with a note of interest at how it transformed her into a new person all together. A smile drew across his features and he straightened himself up, dropping his arms to tuck one behind his back and hooked another for her to take. "I could get behind that. I shall look forward to the witching hour and getting to know you more intimately without time constraints." Wylde swept the arm behind his back in the direction of the door. "Shall we?"
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Tempette put on some rather dark lip stain (so that it didn't come off during the night festivities) and linked her arm in his. "yes we shall.
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Sometime during the night Tempette ended up slipping her dress off behind the bar and changing into something a bit more sexy. It left her mid drift bare, and her legs clad in fishnet stockings... very sexy. She smiled to her customers, easily flowing into the erpsona of 'Lilith" and from Tempette. Lilith didn't have favorites... but Tempette's constantly fell from favor. It was almost like a split personality, just not that defined. She stretched out on the bar, spreading a little bag of Catnip over her torso, allowing one of her clients to roll through it. Her gaze drifted to Wylde, daring him... laughter filling her gaze.
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The tom led the sultry female out to the main casino and then set to business of playing around with customers and patrons. At present he didn't have one set job in the casino, perhaps due to his being the son of the Casino Queen, but he didn't mind. He got to do a little bit of everything when it was necessary. Not a bad deal. He got to get a little taste of everything. Either between customers or if one was carrying on about something or other, his gaze would drift to the bar to get a gander of "Lilith" doing what she did best. When her gaze met his with her laughter and her challenge, a smirk pulled at his lips. He turned to the small Singapura woman, he ran a finger along her jaw and bid her farewell...for now, offering her a wink and a smile before rising to stride up to the bar, head held high as he looked her over. Wylde trailed his claws ever so lightly across the surface of the bar, moving, instead of the her side, to the foot of the bar. He gripped the bar and jumped up. His short tail lashed behind him as he crawled towards her, his ears drawn back obviously reflecting his devious mood. His shoulders rolled as he moved, mirroring some predatory beast. His head was low over her body as he drew closer to her catnip covered belly. He only shot one glance at the customer who had been rolling through it before him. Not a warning, maybe a subtle challenge. A 'Watch this' sort of thing. He flicked his tongue across the dip of her belly button before looking up to her face with a grin. Dare answered.
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Lillith purred, running each of her hands through the boys hair. Her well toned body writhed and she arched her back, flexing her stomach so that the catnip stood out more. Her eyes twinkling whens he opened them and started into Wyldes. Lilith licked her lips, biting on one corner and sighing inwardly. She had brought him over. The male next to her let out a warning growl, moving closer to her and shoving her tongue down her throat. Men, thought they had to show off for attention. The kiss... was nothing like the one earlier. Tempette tried not to gag, begging Wylde mentally to make this fool go away... or for the clock to speed up... 15... just fifteen more minuits.
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Wylde smiled at her reaction, trailing his tongue up along the center of her bared stomach, occasionally drawing his lips down to place a stray kiss here and there, or letting one of his fangs graze over her skin. When the male next to her growled and shoved his tongue down her throat. He could practically feel Tempette's muscles tense at being accosted as such. The tom growled and grabbed a handful of the offending male's hair, drawing his head back, as Wylde shifted himself to straddle her while he took care of the clown. "Get lost, ********. I think there's been enough of you this evening. Get to getting before I have to call a bouncer over. I can certainly make trouble for you," He warned with a low, growling voice. His dual color eyes were narrowed and his tail lashed, ears drawn back against his head. Once his warning was issued, he shoved the palm of his hand against the male's face, pushing him away from the bar. "If you continue to make trouble, I will remember your face and there won't be any more coming back here for you..." He let that sink in before he finished simply, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Now get gone."
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Tempette's heart started racing, and not for the reason most would assume. She liked males taking control... being males, defending her and telling her what was right and wrong... but not to the point they demanded her body every three seconds. With Wylde on top of her she couldn't make out the males features and how he was taking this upmanship, but she heard the growl, before a thud hit the bar (a glass of some sort?) and his back as he walked away. Her gaze drifted to the clock above the bar, shaking her head. "Ive had enough today... your mum would understand." Her voice was a mix of apprehension and lust... a wanting to get away from the things going on today. She lightly trailed her claw tips down his chest, flashing a smile.
"my savior."
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Wylde watched the male with narrowed eyes and a set jaw until he left. Once he was gone, he looked down to Tempette with a smile, his ears flicking forward again. "Nothing quite like taking out the trash." His smile faded a degree and he nodded. "Oh, of course. Let's get out of here." He licked his lips as she trailed his claws down his chest. Mm, that was that scratching again. The invasive p***k was completely out of his mind now. A low purr roiled about in his chest. "Oh, my pleasure." He pushed himself up and hopped off of the bar, extending a hand to her to give her a hand off the bar. "Lady, your chambers await."
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Tempette bit her lip, remembering the dress but not really caring. She took his hand, jumping off of the bar and landing easily... despite the heels sinking into the carpet. "How bout you carry a pretty girl to her room. My feet hurt." She gave a wink, trying not to laugh at the situation. Both genders were giving them dirty looks... and she wasn't sure which they were more envious of. (after all Tempette... well Lilith, had no gender apprehensions.) She looked up at him, debating something and cocking her head to the side. "and will you stay with me in my chambers tonight?" she asked softly, trailing a hand lightly down his front, caressing his thigh.
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Wylde smiled and angled his head in a vague, small bow. "It's the very least I could do." His gaze flitted to the various faces of the handful of people who were giving them the stink eye. He quirked a brow at them before looking back down to Tempette. "For as long as you'll permit me there, darlin'." He spoke in a low, purry whisper as her hand trailed down his front and brushed his thigh. The tom dipped and curled an arm around her shoulders and behind her legs, rising to scoop her up into his arms. His eyes never left hers as he did this. Wylde nodded to the patrons. "Well... carry on." With that he turned and proceeded back towards her bedroom suite. "Are your shifts always so interesting?" He asked with a smirk, his eyes alight.
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She laughed as he picked her up bridal style and wrapped her arms around his neck. "mmm sexy." Smirking she watched other cats seem to be jealous and then turn back to their various tasks. Oh what fun it must be to be Denali's child! She kissed his neck feather light as he carried her... not really paying attention to her surroundings. Her hand went up into his hair, lightly scratching there in a massage like way. "beautiful and knows how to treat a girl Dudley noted." She flashed a grin, nuzzling into his neck, not caring when she felt her wig slip a bit.
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He paid no attention to anyone else as he continued to Tempette's suite. His ears drooped to the side out of the way of her hand when she brought it up to massage her fingers through his thick hair. He purred down to her, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Gorgeous and seems to attract trouble. Note to self: Keep a close watch on this one." He chuckled and nuzzled her right back as they came upon her door. "Here we are. Hold on." Wylde grinned as he leaned back a bit, shifting her as well. In order to free up a hand to get the door, what better way to handle that than by having her wrap her legs about his waist so he could get a handle on things.
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She wrapped her legs around his waist, placing her arms around his neck, and grinning at him. "Oh yes, I quite like trouble... and causing it, especially if it keeps your eyes on me." Tempette never let go of his hair, so when she wanted she nuzzled into the side of his face easily, bringing her lips to his in in a kiss that =she= was prepared for this time. Her heels locked together around his hips as she closed her eyes. At this point she didn't care who saw her... if Denali came down the hall screaming... she had him. Tempette forcefully leaned forward, willing him to be just as rough, crushing his lips against her own. "Wylde..."
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Wylde grinned to her. "Well then," He began in a low tone, his voice half-purr and half-growl. "I best keep on my toes around you, shouldn't I?" When she crushed her lips to his in a rough kiss, he took a couple of steps forward and pressed her back against the door. His short tail lashed behind him as he pressed his forearm against the door next to her head, his other hand, drifted lower to grip one of her thighs to help hold her up and to cop a feel of her perfect a**. Who cared if his mom came storming down the corridor with thunder and lightning at her heels? Not he. The tom wasn't worried. If she did catch them, he would take all the blame and say he initiated it. He chuckled, low and warm, his growly purr could be heard in his voice. "Tempette...Don't you think we should take this to your room. We might attract a crowd."
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Tempette laughed, arching her back against the door. "your the one opening the door darling, im only being... distracting." Her eyes twinkled as she stayed very close to his face, obviously not done with him. "I don't care who sees us, isn't that the whole point of my job? Making oneself accessible?" Not too gently Tempette tugged her hand free from his head, flexing her claws against the back of his neck and dragging them downward. against the cloth of his shirt.
"unless you get me into a room you wont have a shirt left." she growled, her eyes narrowing and flashing brightly. It was time for them to play.
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"Yes you are." He chuckled and drew the hand down that was resting against the door to wrap it around her waist, pulling her close. Once she was secured to his chest, he turned the handle and kicked the door open. His lips formed an impish smile as he walked in, using his foot to slam the door shut behind them. Wylde kissed her again deeply again, locking the door almost forgetting. "Think you can walk to your bed or should I carry you there and promptly undress you." He chuckled and nipped at her lower lip.
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She arched an eyebrow, a smile forming on her lips, so obviously ready for trouble. To be the cause of trouble. "I think you should do what.ever.you.want to me." Her voice vibrated with a purr, clutching at his shirt and debating ripping it off. She could, she had practiced well on clients that were interested in that kind of thing.
"I want to be yours tonight, I want you to boss me around, to dominate me, to control tonight." She gave a half smirk, running one extended claw down his back, scratching it under the fabric none too lightly. Tempette licked his bottom lip, closing her eyes and pressing herself against him. "be my strong baby~"
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The girl wasn't sure which role she wanted to play today, she sat behind the bar, fingering her other outfit... the one she often wore to play with people. Right now she was just Tempette... but if she slipped into that black-cherry wig, and slipped on more sexy clothes... she would become Lilith... a character she played well with confidence. Temp knew her body, knew her strengths and weaknesses... and also was quick to judge others for theirs. Usually she proved to be right, but who knew... perhaps someone would surprise her. Absentmindedly Tempette fingered the zipper keeping the smooth black cloth in place like a second skin... the question remained
what was it today, the sexy bartendress who knew how to make someone pant... or the Escort who had such a high return rate?
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A fine brow arched slightly at Wylde's gaze settled upon a particularly attractive girl was sitting behind the bar. His lips spread into a lopsided smile. His shortish tail swished behind him as he sauntered up to the bar to stand not quite directly in front of her. Obviously, she was an employee of his mother's but things were slow and quiet, and she seemed to be torn about something. He folded his arms on the bar, one hand reaching across it to brush his fingertips ever so lightly across her skin. "Well, that's a contemplative look if I ever saw one. How do? I'm Wylde. Who might I ask is this vision before me be?" He asked with a smile.
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Tempette looked up, her eyes immediately getting softer, more flirty. "Debating which way I want to play with peoples minds today.~" She looked around before lifting the wig. "to be Tempette or Lilith is the question. What do you think? Tend the bar or send the men head over heels?" She let out a soft purr, placing the wig back into her bag and standing, leaning against the bar and pressing her ample cleavage against the polished bar. "or just me for now?" She lightly ran her fingertips down his neck, to his shoulder, before raising a glass in his direction. "I'll even let you mix me a drink."
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Wylde gave a low humming sound as he considered the options posed of him. "Well, I may not know what the unwashed masses want, but I definitely wouldn't mind getting to playing, period. Mm. Decisions, decisions. Nothing quite like the real deal, although I wouldn't say no to some playing around with your Lilith either." His fingertip traced a loose spiral against the back of her hand before trailing it up along her arm. "I think for now though, I'd prefer getting to know just you." Offering a smile, he pushed back from the bar and slowly moved around to stand behind the bar. He slid up next to her, his shoulder brushing hers. "For the lady, anything." Wylde reached over and took the glass into his hand. "What's your pleasure, darlin'?"
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The girl laughed, tapping her fingers against the bar. "I think I could handle Lilith tonight. So give me something with a bit of a bite to it." Tempette usually wasn't this reserved with a male around, but hell.... this was her bosses son... But damn it was hard not to flirt. "Maybe if we get a privet room before the show begins I'll let you see how much im like Lilith." She let a purr slip into her words, making them almost feel like a caress themselves. "I play very nice with the right type of person."
... like your mother, but she didn't say that... it would probably be a turn off that Denali had quite literarily screwed her while she was pregnant with them... She laughed, a small giggle bubbling out of her mouth as she thought about it. So she shouldn't be apprehensive at all right? She had already banged them. Remembering something whispered in passing... some stupid little bet Tempette grinned, fluttering her lashes at him. "Oh yes, a room sounds amazing right now. You could help me get ready.~"
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“But of course,” He crooned to her with a smile. “I can fix you up a Blow Job, some Absinthe, Absolut Passion…” Wylde let his voice trail off as he grinned before crouching down to rummage beneath the bar before taking out the Bailey’s Irish Cream, some Tequila Rose strawberry cream liqueur, some amaretto almond liqueur, and some pineapple juice. Pulling another glass out, he mixed two different drinks before returning the various bottles and containers to where they belonged. Holding a glass in each hand, the tom turned to face her with a little incline of his head. “Take your pick,” he spoke with a low, soft purr blending into his words. In one glass, the Bailey’s and strawberry cream liqueur, in the other the amaretto and pineapple juice. “Mm-hmm. A privet room can certainly be arranged. Who am I to say to no to helping a gal out?” He took a bit of a sidestep which brought him closer. Wylde softly inhaled, taking in her scent. A smile spread across his features. “Ladies first…”
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Tempette laughed quietly, taking the glass with the strawberry liquor and flashing a pretty smile. "but of course you are, just like your mum and your eldest brother." Something about that comment made her laugh harder, the game was starting... and he had come to her willingly. Oh how ... idiotic males where at times. Tempette didn't need him to show her to a room, she had her own she stayed in if she had gotten too drunk to walk home at midnight... oh and when she needed to change before the curtain went up. Less suspicious glances changing into a wig in a room, instead of in front of everyone. She slipped behind a curtain, waiting for the male before turning down one of the various hallways and taking out a passkey from the lace of her thigh highs, (which coincidentally was right next to a little bag of catnip and a knife) and slid it into the slot, pushing open the door with her hip she made eye contact.
yes come to dinner said the spider to the fly...
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Wylde dipped his head when the Somali claimed her preferred beverage. He took the opportunity to tip his glass lightly to her in a half toast before taking a swill of the drink he was left with, Foreplay. He followed her behind the curtain, casting an occasional glance to some arriving patron or other. His gait didn't change, nor did his expression look especially eager or worked up. In fact, he looked vaguely amused, with one of his brows arched finely and his ears pricked forward, a half-grin on his face. Wylde had no trouble keeping up or following her through the various twists and turns that lead to the door they paused in front of. The tom took another sip of his drink when her eyes met his as she pushed the door open with one of her delicious hips. With the hand that didn't have anything in it, the tom moved his hand to the small of her back and trailed it along her waist to usher her out of the hallway. "So, you have your own privet little suite. How nice..." He spoke with a smooth, even tone.
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Tempette rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "only because your mother is so fond of me." OH if only he knew how fond... she flashed him a smile, closing the door by nudging him into it. He eyes danced with some unknown emotion behind them... amusement, excitement, danger? It was all just foreplay to her. She leaned into his body, allowing the momentum of them both to keep the door firmly shut. "No aren't you going to be a good boy and lock the door? Both of our hides will be tanned if your mother decides to pay her... respects." She sipped the drink, eyes flashing again, before letting her weight come away from him and heading in the direction her typical... tools of the trade were stashed. Wigs, costumes, cosplays, whips, handcuffs... the whole nine yards stuffed into a duffle bag under the bed. She bent down, not even bothering to use her knees to help (being short did have its advantages) and tugged the heavy bag out with one hand. Tonight would be fun, if the boy knew how to play just right.
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"I could only imagine why," He stated with a flat out grin. Wylde knew his mother's way of doing things, granted he had no idea that Tempette and his mother had a bit of a thing going while she was pregnant with he and his siblings. He let himself get pushed back against the door, hearing it click behind him. His half grin grew into a devious little smirk. "I may...Or maybe I'm feeling like taking a risk and leaving it." He gave a short laugh. "Aye, that she would. Mum comes visiting often to pay her respects?" He sniffed to punctuate his question before watching Tempette stroll of in the direction of her bed. Briefly, he pursed his lips as if debating leaving the door be, but did opt to lock it as he pushed himself away from the door. He sauntered up to stand directly behind her as she bent to tug out the large duffle bag. His hand ran along her shoulders before he shifted himself to the side to sink to sit on the edge of her bed. "Your big bag of tricks?" He asked with a grin, half obscured by the rim of his glass.
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The somali female raised her eyebrow, peeking up at him through a fall of her platinum hair. "Every girl has to have one." She lifted the heavy bag with one arm, nearly sploshing her drink, and tossed it onto his lap.
"You go ahead and look through there, I need to freshen up for the guys I really need to charm tonight." Tempette stuck out her tongue, then bit her lip and winked. She slipped out of her heels, leaving them in the walkway to the bathroom, immediately shrinking four inches as she did so. Hey, she was built for speed, not comfort.. even if she did have plenty padding in all the right areas. She switched on the light with her fishnet clad foot, flashing the top of her lace thigh-highs, not even realize just what she was doing. Tempette was flexible, her mother being a dancer and training her since birth... so it was only natural to do things with your legs (which most people couldn't conceive) if your hands were full no? She took a gulp of the drink, wondering where most of it had gone. Damn, she really had to watch alcohol that tasted like candy.
At least this boy seemed to understand what the hell she was doing half the time. The poor dim whit earlier... he had no idea what hit him until it was gone.
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avidnodana (8:27:52 PM): "Mm, I bet," Wylde said as she dropped the bag into his lap. "Don't mind if I do," He said with a hint of a purr as she turned to freshen up. He watched her meander towards the bathroom, his brows arching for a moment when she became the amazing shrinking girl. He knew that she had heels on, but it was still a mite surprising. "Fun sized..." He mused to himself as he knocked back the rest of his drink, still watching her with relative interest. The tom absently noted somewhere in the back of his head as he shifted his attention from the Somali to her bag of goodies that she was a flexible little thing. He made a note to see just how far she could go. Wylde made a few interested sounds at some of the items tucked away in her duffel bag, lifting some out to give them a good once over before tucking them away again. "So, you obviously have a place here. Where else do you haunt when you aren't driving our patrons out of their minds?"
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she laughed, real laughter... not the girly little bubble most males got out of her, this wasn't practice. "Oh anywhere that catches my fancy. As long as my parents are at arms length, I can play with who ever the hell I want. And hey I have a damned high return rate for someone 'inexperienced.'" She finished off her drink, slipping off the skirt, leaving her only in her stockings, black lace panties (of course) and corset top. She finger-combed her hair, not really bothering to pay any attention to the male in her room, he could watch... wasn't like she was going to do anything with him... yet, unless he proved to be more entertaining then he was letting on. She flipped her hair to one side, putting on a crescent-moon necklace. "Lilith doesn't go anywhere without it." she said, stepping out of the bathrooms harsh light and into the dimmed room.
Tempette put her hand on her hip, cocking it with a well practiced ease. "So what will it be tonight handsome?" She let the last word die with a purr, her voice more of an alto then her usual second soprano, husky, lustful. It was her Lilith voice, her eyes flashed with humor as she looked at him, not at all self conscious of the -extremely- revealing clothing -or lack there of-.
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"More power to ya," Wylde said with a grin as he shifted the bag off of his lap to sit it at his side. He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he watched the girl slip into her persona. It really was intriguing to watch. He rose and placed his empty glass on the nightstand before giving a stretch, arching his back, hands interlaced over his head. The tom turned when Tempette emerged from the bathroom. The corner of his lips quirked up in a little grin as he dropped his arms. "Damn, I feel entirely overdressed now. Don't you move." He growled softly as he drew close to her, walking a slow circle around the Somali just drinking her in. As he passed behind her, Wylde unbuttoned his shirt save for one button a little bit over his belly button. Coming around to pass in front of her, he extended a hand to trail his fingers over her slender waist. "I would say we need mood lighting but I'm fine with everything from dawn to dusk, from noon to the dark of the night...You look good enough to eat, girlie." He finished his statement standing almost exactly behind her. He pulled her to his chest, lowering his head to skin his teeth over the skin of her neck, using the hand that wasn't pressed against her belly to brush her long hair out of the way. "Why not show me what you got? Thrill me..." He growled into her ear, grinning against her hair.
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The Somali turned her head obediently at his -not so subtle request- she let a soft moan escape her lips, his sharp teeth sinking into one of three places that really got Tempette going. she went limp against him, biting her lip and gazing up into his face. She laughed at his statement.... the poor boy didn't know what he was asking. And stood straighter, spinning around in his arms and wrapping her hand in his hair. "and what kind of thrills do you seek? I can be a very pleasing girl, given the right character to play. what... rocks... you." She said, breathing the last words against his lips, Amber eyes blazing.
Tempette made no move to take his arms from her waist, after all... she did like a pair of good strong arms if they knew what they were doing. She arched a brow, letting one hand remain clasped in his hair, the other lightly tailing down the mails front, her claws inches from the skin. "You seem like a top to me, am I right?" She looked up, from his bare flesh and went up on her tip-toes so that she was -somewhat- closer to his face.
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Wylde smirked inwardly to himself as the lovely Tempette fell limp against him. A mental note was taken to investigate other locations that may have similar effects. When she straightened herself up and twirled around to face him, a smile pulled at his lips and a brow arching slightly. "Mm. I'm thinking we can start with some mutual exploration and just running with it. Plenty of time to do acrobatics. The world isn't ending tomorrow." He gave a short chuckle. "I don't doubt that. Not in the least...I like screams," Wylde said with an impish grin as he teasingly nipped at her lower lip. His hand that had been on her belly now rested in the middle of her back and that was where it stayed...for the time being. His other hand however took the opportunity presented to him by their present position to trail it down the curve of her waist, over the flare of her hip before grabbing the Somali's a**. "I go where I'm needed." He breathed lightly pressing his forehead against hers as she pushed herself up closer. "I'm a switch, darlin'. I don't limit myself in such ways..."
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She raised an eyebrow, lightly scratching his flesh. "well I suppose your in good company then. I like to scream." She flashed him a smile, looking up at him through her eyelashes. She tugged away, stepping closer to the bed -carefully- avoiding her spiked heels. "but I don't know if I can do this... I mean, your mother is my boss." It didn't really matter to Tempette, but she knew she needed to keep him interested, bait the hook but don't catch the fish -quite yet= "what if I loose my job? You wouldn't even miss me. I at least know ... never mind." she turned to the bag on the bed, allowing her hair to fall between them, and rummaging through the large sack. "besides, im indisposed, and not thinking clearly." She smirked, but knew he wouldn't be able to see it. She pulled out a dress she knew looked lovely on, and her typical black cherry colored wig.
Tempette turned to look at him, giving him a small smile.
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Wylde let a purr rumble in his chest at her lightly drawing her nails over his skin. Scratching, in his humble opinion, was ridiculously hot and was something he rather enjoyed the feel of. Nothing quite like getting a bit of a sting when the going got rough, so to speak. "Lucky me..." He let her slip from his hands and move closer to the bed. The tom scratched his chest beneath his scar over his heart. He angled his head to watch the way she moved, to read her body language. When she spoke, he straightened back up again. "You're really gonna get hung up on a little thing like my mom being your boss?" He sniffed and slipped his hands into his pockets, tipping his head back ever so slightly with his eyes still locked intently on her. "I doubt you will. You're an asset to the casino. A damn fine one, in fact." He flashed her a bit of a grin. When she spoke again, Wylde shifted his stance, crossing his arms over his chest and now angling his head forward. "Now, who are you to say what I would and wouldn't do..." A brow arched upward when she cut herself off. "You at least know...what?" He dropped his arms and walked a bit closer to her before leaning against the wall, one arm relaxed hanging at his side and the other resting with his hand on his hip. "Absolutely, terrible state to be in." He licked his lips and blinked at the dress and wig that she pulled out. He returned her smile, his ears perked forward. Wylde's smile turned into a bit of a grin. "Need help getting into that little number?"
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Tempette smiled her best smile, Lifting up the black cloth, with lace trimming. 'oh would you? Its a b***h to get on... and even worse to get off... ya know how tight things are. Oh and I was just thinking... that at least I know one of your siblings would miss me if I got fired for... misbehaving." Her eyebrow raised when she smirked this time, tossing the wig to the bed and turning, un zipping the corset that held her ample bosom comfortably. "Sorry, that dress in particular requires nothing underneath... it shows too much in the silky fabric." Tempette tossed him the dress and her corset, her eyes twinkling as she turned and raised her arms above her head... waiting for him to dress her.
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"Oh absolutely," Wylde began with a quirked grin. "Well, I could imagine, but I fully intend to find out sooner or later so I'll learn." He let the last word draw out with his purr before pushing away from the wall. "Eh, you'll be a tough one not to miss, especially if the misbehaving is done with yours truly." One of his ears flicked, a subtle motion. Hm. Either she was gal pals with Cheshire or she was buddy buddy with Ichijou, or perhaps both. Duly noted. It didn't matter though, a little competition didn't hurt nobody. It only made things more interesting. Drawn out of his musing by Tempette continuing, he flashed a smirk, a brow rising a bit as well. "Suits me just fine." He caught the dress and corset as they were tossed to him. His smirk broadened a degree as she turned, his ears drawing back impishly. Dipping his head to her before stepping closer than was absolutely necessary, he shifted the dress in his hands so that he could pull it down over her arms. He did so, slowly drawing his hands down along her arms, sliding the dress lower. He paused when the dress slipped over her eyes. Wylde grinned and gave her a slow kiss before working the dress lower, himself following along. He licked the space between her bosoms and pressed a light kiss to her upper belly before he stood and wiggled it down over her hips. "You do like it snug." He said with a grin.
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The somali watched the male decide it would be fun to play with her while dressing her, a small smirk forming on her lips. Oh she was pretty, without a doubt. But when he kissed her... that surprised Tempette, he did so gently... not at all what she was expecting, thus making her a little slow to the mark, ending up seeming less enthuasitic as she really was. When his tongue slid between her treats Tempette let out a soft growl, not really sure why she did so. He was bordering on dangerous at this point in time... because she truly didn't want to be wearing anything... or him for that matter...
"Your playing rough, or are you just enthusiastic about boobs?"
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Wylde flashed a crooked grin with a little flick of his tongue across his lips at her growl. That was such a wonderful sound. The tom took a half-step back and angled his head to her, half cocked and bowed. "A bit of both, sugar. I find playing dirty can be quite fun. Don't you agree, Tempette?" He let her name flow off of his tongue like silk. Wylde looked her over, pursing his lips, a ghost of a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. "When does your shift begin? I want to know how long I can keep you."
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Tempette looked at the clock on the wall, smirking. "It began just a moment ago. Your welcome to come play with my customers... but your going to have to wait till midnight to have me. I have an interesting... Idea, for tonight's cliental. She picked up the wig, tucking in her long silky blond hair into the wig, putting on the black cherry curls that made her skin even paler, her eyes even brighter. "You may escort me, and perhaps escort me back later."
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Wylde glanced to the clock with a soft growl. "Damn my impeccable timing." He returned his heterochromatic eyes to her, heaving a sigh, and offering a bit of a shrug. The tom blinked at the offer and grinned. "Sure. I think I can manage myself until then by playing with your customers." He paused and quirked a brow. "Oh? An idea?" Wylde listened to her proposal with his arms crossed over his chest. He watched her tuck her fair hair up under the dark, curly wig with a note of interest at how it transformed her into a new person all together. A smile drew across his features and he straightened himself up, dropping his arms to tuck one behind his back and hooked another for her to take. "I could get behind that. I shall look forward to the witching hour and getting to know you more intimately without time constraints." Wylde swept the arm behind his back in the direction of the door. "Shall we?"
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Tempette put on some rather dark lip stain (so that it didn't come off during the night festivities) and linked her arm in his. "yes we shall.
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Sometime during the night Tempette ended up slipping her dress off behind the bar and changing into something a bit more sexy. It left her mid drift bare, and her legs clad in fishnet stockings... very sexy. She smiled to her customers, easily flowing into the erpsona of 'Lilith" and from Tempette. Lilith didn't have favorites... but Tempette's constantly fell from favor. It was almost like a split personality, just not that defined. She stretched out on the bar, spreading a little bag of Catnip over her torso, allowing one of her clients to roll through it. Her gaze drifted to Wylde, daring him... laughter filling her gaze.
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The tom led the sultry female out to the main casino and then set to business of playing around with customers and patrons. At present he didn't have one set job in the casino, perhaps due to his being the son of the Casino Queen, but he didn't mind. He got to do a little bit of everything when it was necessary. Not a bad deal. He got to get a little taste of everything. Either between customers or if one was carrying on about something or other, his gaze would drift to the bar to get a gander of "Lilith" doing what she did best. When her gaze met his with her laughter and her challenge, a smirk pulled at his lips. He turned to the small Singapura woman, he ran a finger along her jaw and bid her farewell...for now, offering her a wink and a smile before rising to stride up to the bar, head held high as he looked her over. Wylde trailed his claws ever so lightly across the surface of the bar, moving, instead of the her side, to the foot of the bar. He gripped the bar and jumped up. His short tail lashed behind him as he crawled towards her, his ears drawn back obviously reflecting his devious mood. His shoulders rolled as he moved, mirroring some predatory beast. His head was low over her body as he drew closer to her catnip covered belly. He only shot one glance at the customer who had been rolling through it before him. Not a warning, maybe a subtle challenge. A 'Watch this' sort of thing. He flicked his tongue across the dip of her belly button before looking up to her face with a grin. Dare answered.
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Lillith purred, running each of her hands through the boys hair. Her well toned body writhed and she arched her back, flexing her stomach so that the catnip stood out more. Her eyes twinkling whens he opened them and started into Wyldes. Lilith licked her lips, biting on one corner and sighing inwardly. She had brought him over. The male next to her let out a warning growl, moving closer to her and shoving her tongue down her throat. Men, thought they had to show off for attention. The kiss... was nothing like the one earlier. Tempette tried not to gag, begging Wylde mentally to make this fool go away... or for the clock to speed up... 15... just fifteen more minuits.
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Wylde smiled at her reaction, trailing his tongue up along the center of her bared stomach, occasionally drawing his lips down to place a stray kiss here and there, or letting one of his fangs graze over her skin. When the male next to her growled and shoved his tongue down her throat. He could practically feel Tempette's muscles tense at being accosted as such. The tom growled and grabbed a handful of the offending male's hair, drawing his head back, as Wylde shifted himself to straddle her while he took care of the clown. "Get lost, ********. I think there's been enough of you this evening. Get to getting before I have to call a bouncer over. I can certainly make trouble for you," He warned with a low, growling voice. His dual color eyes were narrowed and his tail lashed, ears drawn back against his head. Once his warning was issued, he shoved the palm of his hand against the male's face, pushing him away from the bar. "If you continue to make trouble, I will remember your face and there won't be any more coming back here for you..." He let that sink in before he finished simply, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Now get gone."
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Tempette's heart started racing, and not for the reason most would assume. She liked males taking control... being males, defending her and telling her what was right and wrong... but not to the point they demanded her body every three seconds. With Wylde on top of her she couldn't make out the males features and how he was taking this upmanship, but she heard the growl, before a thud hit the bar (a glass of some sort?) and his back as he walked away. Her gaze drifted to the clock above the bar, shaking her head. "Ive had enough today... your mum would understand." Her voice was a mix of apprehension and lust... a wanting to get away from the things going on today. She lightly trailed her claw tips down his chest, flashing a smile.
"my savior."
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Wylde watched the male with narrowed eyes and a set jaw until he left. Once he was gone, he looked down to Tempette with a smile, his ears flicking forward again. "Nothing quite like taking out the trash." His smile faded a degree and he nodded. "Oh, of course. Let's get out of here." He licked his lips as she trailed his claws down his chest. Mm, that was that scratching again. The invasive p***k was completely out of his mind now. A low purr roiled about in his chest. "Oh, my pleasure." He pushed himself up and hopped off of the bar, extending a hand to her to give her a hand off the bar. "Lady, your chambers await."
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Tempette bit her lip, remembering the dress but not really caring. She took his hand, jumping off of the bar and landing easily... despite the heels sinking into the carpet. "How bout you carry a pretty girl to her room. My feet hurt." She gave a wink, trying not to laugh at the situation. Both genders were giving them dirty looks... and she wasn't sure which they were more envious of. (after all Tempette... well Lilith, had no gender apprehensions.) She looked up at him, debating something and cocking her head to the side. "and will you stay with me in my chambers tonight?" she asked softly, trailing a hand lightly down his front, caressing his thigh.
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Wylde smiled and angled his head in a vague, small bow. "It's the very least I could do." His gaze flitted to the various faces of the handful of people who were giving them the stink eye. He quirked a brow at them before looking back down to Tempette. "For as long as you'll permit me there, darlin'." He spoke in a low, purry whisper as her hand trailed down his front and brushed his thigh. The tom dipped and curled an arm around her shoulders and behind her legs, rising to scoop her up into his arms. His eyes never left hers as he did this. Wylde nodded to the patrons. "Well... carry on." With that he turned and proceeded back towards her bedroom suite. "Are your shifts always so interesting?" He asked with a smirk, his eyes alight.
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She laughed as he picked her up bridal style and wrapped her arms around his neck. "mmm sexy." Smirking she watched other cats seem to be jealous and then turn back to their various tasks. Oh what fun it must be to be Denali's child! She kissed his neck feather light as he carried her... not really paying attention to her surroundings. Her hand went up into his hair, lightly scratching there in a massage like way. "beautiful and knows how to treat a girl Dudley noted." She flashed a grin, nuzzling into his neck, not caring when she felt her wig slip a bit.
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He paid no attention to anyone else as he continued to Tempette's suite. His ears drooped to the side out of the way of her hand when she brought it up to massage her fingers through his thick hair. He purred down to her, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Gorgeous and seems to attract trouble. Note to self: Keep a close watch on this one." He chuckled and nuzzled her right back as they came upon her door. "Here we are. Hold on." Wylde grinned as he leaned back a bit, shifting her as well. In order to free up a hand to get the door, what better way to handle that than by having her wrap her legs about his waist so he could get a handle on things.
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She wrapped her legs around his waist, placing her arms around his neck, and grinning at him. "Oh yes, I quite like trouble... and causing it, especially if it keeps your eyes on me." Tempette never let go of his hair, so when she wanted she nuzzled into the side of his face easily, bringing her lips to his in in a kiss that =she= was prepared for this time. Her heels locked together around his hips as she closed her eyes. At this point she didn't care who saw her... if Denali came down the hall screaming... she had him. Tempette forcefully leaned forward, willing him to be just as rough, crushing his lips against her own. "Wylde..."
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Wylde grinned to her. "Well then," He began in a low tone, his voice half-purr and half-growl. "I best keep on my toes around you, shouldn't I?" When she crushed her lips to his in a rough kiss, he took a couple of steps forward and pressed her back against the door. His short tail lashed behind him as he pressed his forearm against the door next to her head, his other hand, drifted lower to grip one of her thighs to help hold her up and to cop a feel of her perfect a**. Who cared if his mom came storming down the corridor with thunder and lightning at her heels? Not he. The tom wasn't worried. If she did catch them, he would take all the blame and say he initiated it. He chuckled, low and warm, his growly purr could be heard in his voice. "Tempette...Don't you think we should take this to your room. We might attract a crowd."
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Tempette laughed, arching her back against the door. "your the one opening the door darling, im only being... distracting." Her eyes twinkled as she stayed very close to his face, obviously not done with him. "I don't care who sees us, isn't that the whole point of my job? Making oneself accessible?" Not too gently Tempette tugged her hand free from his head, flexing her claws against the back of his neck and dragging them downward. against the cloth of his shirt.
"unless you get me into a room you wont have a shirt left." she growled, her eyes narrowing and flashing brightly. It was time for them to play.
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"Yes you are." He chuckled and drew the hand down that was resting against the door to wrap it around her waist, pulling her close. Once she was secured to his chest, he turned the handle and kicked the door open. His lips formed an impish smile as he walked in, using his foot to slam the door shut behind them. Wylde kissed her again deeply again, locking the door almost forgetting. "Think you can walk to your bed or should I carry you there and promptly undress you." He chuckled and nipped at her lower lip.
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She arched an eyebrow, a smile forming on her lips, so obviously ready for trouble. To be the cause of trouble. "I think you should do what.ever.you.want to me." Her voice vibrated with a purr, clutching at his shirt and debating ripping it off. She could, she had practiced well on clients that were interested in that kind of thing.
"I want to be yours tonight, I want you to boss me around, to dominate me, to control tonight." She gave a half smirk, running one extended claw down his back, scratching it under the fabric none too lightly. Tempette licked his bottom lip, closing her eyes and pressing herself against him. "be my strong baby~"
