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so you think you can dance? [kat] [18+]
kat
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probably laughing at myself so you can too
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Jul 21, 2020 21:11:39 GMT
Post by kat on Jul 21, 2020 21:11:39 GMT
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| Effie's brow raised high as he said "witch". Was it obvious? Did he know her already? After a brief second, she gave a soft sigh. It was clear he wasn't just a human, and if he was a hunter, he was hiding it damn well and must have had a long con planned. She was leaning towards the alternative: whatever he was, he was about as smart, if not smarter than the other supernaturals she'd met, because not only had he figured her out already, it wasn't the first time she'd heard that about the stone. Of course it wasn't going to be completely free - nothing worth having ever is. If the stories were true, it would cost a lot more than just money to get, but she wasn't about to go on a rant about that now, it was hardly the place. She shuddered as a breeze of A/C ran down her exposed back, and she reminded herself to straighten her shoulders.
Her lips pulled into a full smile. The promise of even information was so tempting, she knew she wasn't about to pass it up. Despite the feeling in her gut that she was literally about to make a deal with the devil, she felt more than excited. Getting one step closer was better than any of the molly highs she'd been riding most nights recently. Still, she maintained her composure. She couldn't show just how eager she was - she'd be too easy to take from. And she listened carefully to the words he chose. Pretty much. Almost. It was clear he was careful with his words too, not wanting to make a promise he couldn't keep.
When the ball was finally in her court, she looked at Tucker as he sat in his chair, trying to gauge what kind of answers she was going to get - and which ones she actually wanted to hear. She knew they would be honest, but would they be too honest? "What are my job requirements?" she asked, putting her hands back on her hips. "Besides this, I'm assuming for VIPs," she gestured around the room they were in. "And dancing downstairs is a given. But something tells me there's more in store if you can sit here and promise me the world. All magic comes at a price, right?" She repeated what he'd told her, watching his face closely for his response. She was a fast learner, and she wasn't going to have him underestimate her in that.
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Jul 21, 2020 23:00:25 GMT
Post by smith on Jul 21, 2020 23:00:25 GMT
Tucker Phelps @a private room in desire longue
Effie drew his intrigue more and more as this conversation went on. She didn’t defend the accusation that she was a witch so that was very telling. She also didn’t ask what he was in return. He doubted that she simply didn’t care, she must have just been trying to not ask him a million questions at once. Plus she was talking about something she truly desired so that was likely at the forefront of her mind.
Another thing that Tucker noticed was her shifting her shoulders back into position to continue to show off her chest in a more prominent fashion, or she just wanted proper posture. Despite the atmosphere having shifted from the job interview to a completely other conversation, she still cared about doing things the right way.
Her first misstep was thinking that deals were a part of the interview. Tucker’s fault of course as he didn’t differentiate the conversation like he normally did. “Well the job is already yours, that’s separate from any other deals. Although there is still the matter of showing you the actual Desire Lounge. But let me clarify, your job is as a dancer on the stage. You make extra money based on the nudity, and even more money by working in the actual Desire Longue. But private rooms, any extras, whatever you want to offer is completely up to you, no one forces anyone into anything here….unless they’re into that of course.” He’d grin at the end of his statement.
Tucker would pause for a moment, letting her take in all of that information. “But you’re right, magic isn’t free. I can promise you the world, but for a negotiated price. I think we should save that conversation for the end of our little interview, don’t you think?” This was a game of push and pull. Normally he never played games of deception but with a witch in his mist he gained a little pep to his attitude.
“Now to get into the true Desire Longue you need a special tattoo to enter.” Tucker popped off of the chair a little too quickly. His robe would slip open without him noticing. “Where would you like the tattoo my dear?”
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kat
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kitkatacrobat#9523
probably laughing at myself so you can too
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Jul 21, 2020 23:25:04 GMT
Post by kat on Jul 21, 2020 23:25:04 GMT
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| Her mind danced with intrigue at his statements. She'd definitely signed herself up for something different than what she was used to. This actual Desire Lounge he was talking about sounded like it was the reason why this club was so hot, and not just in popularity. She beamed knowing she'd already been guaranteed a job; at least now she knew that if she were going to make a deal with the devil, it would just be extra. Still, she had a good feeling she'd fit in perfectly here.
She could tell he was still baiting her with the promises she so desperately wanted him to keep, and the problem was she was completely captivated by them. She wondered if she really had crossed paths with Satan himself, if she should be so lucky; it would explain a lot, including his devilish looks. Of course she was going to wait around to see what deals she could make to get what she wanted in return.
Effie watched as he stood up too quickly; his robe that had already been barely hanging on fell open, exposing him completely. Normally, it felt rude to look. But given the circumstances, she felt she had every right to admire what he had to offer. As her eyes followed down his body, her head cocked to the side as she half-listened to his question. "Wherever it'll fit," she said in a wispy tone before she snapped her eyes back to his face and regained her composure. "You know, you don't have to get naked at my expense. I thought this was my job interview." She continued to let her eyes wander, biting her lip before she looked back in his face.
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Post by smith on Jul 22, 2020 0:45:29 GMT
Tucker Phelps @a PRIVATE ROOM IN DESIRE LONGUE
As soon as the demon stood up he noticed that the witch’s gaze became adverted from his face to somewhere else. He looked down and realized exactly what she was looking at. The perks of picking your own body was that you could choose ones that were quite gifted in certain areas. Tucker noticed her gaze lingered for a little too long, she must have been impressed with what she saw.
He wasn’t sure whether her “Whether it’ll fit” remark was a sexual joke or a serious statement so of course he’d fire back with the former. “Oh I can think I know about three places it would fit.” He’d remark, grinning at her. “You weren’t supposed to see that yet, but at least you like the view.” The slyness of his voice never waivered as he intentionally didn’t close the robe.
Tucker would walk over to her looking for an uninked section of her body. He’d notice a small untouched portion of skin on her right buttcheek. Without warning her first, the demon would place his hand on her ass; a fancy D tattoo would appear on the spot without any pain. During this point their naked bodies would just be inches away from each other. “I can make the tattoo invisible and only appear when in the lounge, but I don’t assume that would be an issue for you.” He’d note looking down into her eyes.
Without moving a muscle Tucker would state, “The next stop on our tour is the downstairs. You can get dressed to walk the halls if you wish, but the clothes will just have to come off again once we get there. The worst thing that’ll happen if someone sees is they’ll think we fucked already.”
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kat
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kitkatacrobat#9523
probably laughing at myself so you can too
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Post by kat on Jul 22, 2020 1:22:40 GMT
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| She grinned as he caught the insinuation she was barely aware that she'd made. She felt very comfortable knowing she was with someone who could keep up with her - but also keep her on her toes. She reached up and bit her nail softly between her teeth as she smiled, solely to keep herself from saying anything else that would just rev his engines. He seemed just as comfortable not covering himself as she did, and even more comfortable letting her look at him, so she didn't stop herself as he started towards her.
Effie twirled for him as he looked for a blank spot to fit whatever new tattoo she was about to get. Without any warning, his hand was on her ass, and she couldn't say honestly that she minded. Her skin reacted with goosebumps to his touch, and she glanced behind her to see what he was doing. When he hand lifted, he didn't move back, and the blank spot was now filled with the elaborate D as he said. Her eyes went wide briefly - she'd never seen any kind of magic like that, and had she, she would have spent a lot less hours and money and pain on the ink she was covered in. "Wow," she said softly. "I should have seen you for my other ones."
She was so close to him she could smell the cologne he was wearing. She didn't break eye contact with him after she locked eyes with him, no matter how desperately she wanted to see just how close he was standing. Most of what he said made sense, until she got hung up on the last word. "Already?" She cracked a smile at him. "You're quite bold, aren't you?"
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Post by smith on Jul 22, 2020 2:21:41 GMT
Tucker Phelps @a PRIVATE ROOM IN DESIRE LONGUE
Tucker noticed Effie’s eyes went right back down to his crotch as he made his three holes joke. The small girl seemed to be as open about what she wanted as he was. The demon found it refreshing. Someone who wasn’t scared, someone who wanted more. She also made no noticeable reaction to his hand on her ass, other than a small comment about how she wanted to be inked by him more often. “I’m a bit of a one trick pony in that department I’m afraid. I got the key spell off a witch when I came to New York. She owed me a favor.” He’d add in that last bit to try and show her that his favors weren’t all scary. There was a world where she got what she wanted and nothing too bad occurred.
The closeness between the two didn’t seem to bother Effie at all. Maybe she was even enjoying it a little. But once again her desire for being professional overtook her as she looked him in the eyes when they were so close. “Well you haven’t exactly given me any signs that point to the opposite my dear. You’re completely fine prancing around naked for me. You’re completely fine with me being naked around you, given the look in your eyes I’m pretty sure you even enjoy it. And you let me touch you without flinching. All signs indicate a fun time coming in the near future.” Tucker almost let himself give in right there but there was more to do. Work first fun later. A rarity that he even tried to follow that rule.
Given by her complete lack of urgency in putting her clothes back on Tucker figured the short trip down the hall would be no problem. He slipped off his own robe leaving them both completely naked other than her heels and his slippers. Before she could say anything he’d take her by the hand and leave the private room into the hallway. The demon would lead her down the hall to the back wall. The only one catching a glimpse of them being the hiring manager who just as before, shook her head once again. Once they arrived at the end of the hall Tucker would place his hand on the wall and their tattoos would both glow, allowing them entrance. The wall would seemingly fade away and a dark staircase would be revealed. “Are you ready?”
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kat
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kitkatacrobat#9523
probably laughing at myself so you can too
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Post by kat on Jul 22, 2020 3:17:56 GMT
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| Her smile never wavered and her eyes didn't move from his as he spoke. He was right; she didn't have any oppositions, and she was making it rather obvious. He was pretty fair in his assumptions. Not only had it been ages since she'd actually been with anyone, but it seemed like all the right circumstances for something she would actually enjoy. She could see him leaning in just a little closer, and she watched his lips, though he seemed to be restraining himself just as much as she was. "You're not wrong," she admitted. "But I'll never say I said that."
He dropped her robe, and Effie bit her lip as she watched him. Her head tilted again as her imagination wandered, but he brought her back to reality once he grabbed her hand and led her back into the club. As if on stage, she didn't feel any reservations as she walked with him. He exuded confidence; it was nothing new to him. She could feel it radiate it off of him, hitting her like a wave. It was impossible not to affected by it.
Once they hit the end of the hallway, she almost started looking around in confusion before she realized this was going to be something not obvious to the naked, human eye. She watched her tattoo glow when he placed his hand on the wall, and saw his light up as well. It was a different light than even glowing ink; it was as if it gave off its own radiance. As the walls shifted and a staircase heading under the building was revealed, Effie felt her heart rate pick up with anticipation. "What are we waiting for?" she answered, her eyes drawn down the darkness of the stairs, trying to make out anything in it, before she looked at him with a smile.
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Post by smith on Jul 22, 2020 4:04:30 GMT
Tucker Phelps @the Basement of Desire Longue
The demon grinned ear to ear when Effie affirmed his claims. He could tell she opened herself up to vulnerability with him, and by her adamant statement about denying it. It would seem she didn't do that with just anyone. It would be our little secret. He thought to himself.
Before walking down the staircase of darkness he’d have to make one final request. “Shoes off please. Full nudity is a requirement in the real Club Desire. But I will warn you to watch your step, never know whats on the floors in this place.” The demon noted as he slipped off his sandals. Tucker held Effie’s hand the whole way down the stairs into the basement of the building. If one were to strip this building to its bare bones they would be amazed that this was hiding just under the average partiers. As the red hued light started to come into vision Tucker would begin to explain what exactly this place was.
“When I designed this place I wanted a location where people could truly let loose, remove their inhibitions with other consenting adults into having the time of their lives. When I learned that this wasn’t allowed in New York, I continued with the design, but hid it in plain sight under a nightclub. They’re won’t be many people here right now because it’s the morning, but I promise you it’s never empty here. The only rule is that I am the only one who can give the tattoo, and this place is kept secret from everyone unless it comes personally from me.”
As they fully entered the room Effie would be greeted to the sight of a large room. On the walls of the room there was a countless amount of sex objects: spredders, gags, bondage machines, spanking machines, crosses, stockades, cages, tables, swings, beds, and pretty much any other sex machine in existence; with racks for gags, whips, blindfolds, cuffs, chains, etc. In the room were various couches, chairs, loungers, that people could release their desires on. But in the center of the room there was a large circular cushion type couch.
As he mentioned the room was mostly empty. On the center cushion there was four or five bodies lying on top of each other. On one of the couches there was a large fat man with a dog collar around his neck sleeping on top of a woman dressed in domineering clothing. Various machines were being used: a small woman on a cross, a unidentifiable body underneath a latex covering, and many more. People were either still here from the night before or came here on their special day off.
“Let me start off by saying you’re free to use anything you want down here, but the only part of your job that’s required is to dance and waitress down here. Everything else is completely in your control. But as you can see, this place is like a gym for sex machines. We have EVERYTHING.” Tucker would point around the room to the various machines and couches, before gesturing to the large couch in the center. “My favorite is the orgy couch, or gangband couch, depending on the night. We hold various parties and have themes nights to decide who gets to do what to who if people sign up for it.”
Tucker would let her take it all in, trying not to overwhelm her.
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kat
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kitkatacrobat#9523
probably laughing at myself so you can too
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Post by kat on Jul 22, 2020 4:39:59 GMT
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| As he spoke, she could feel herself shrinking into the protected secret. She listened closely, again, to what he was saying, absorbing every word as the blackness was slowly lit up by a dim red light. The colors remained consistent as they walked deeper and deeper into the safe haven he'd created, hidden right under the feet of one of Manhattan's most popular clubs. Losing inhibitions was always a phrase Effie adored hearing, and ears perked up to it, just before the red room came into sight and made her lose all focus.
She entered a daze as she stepped into the room. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the center, just as designed, and she smiled at the woman in a dominatrix outfit she was jealous of. Her gaze continued on to the other devices and toys; she knew her face was giving away every ounce of excitement she was feeling being among friends. She didn't want to interrupt the people busy using some of them - unless they asked, of course - and she was captivated by trying to take everything that was available in. Most objects looked familiar, and if not familiar then at least intuitive to use. Drawn to the objects she'd never even seen before, she picked a wall and started walking towards it.
Dancing, she thought to herself. Sure. That's what I'll be doing down here. If this was part of the job, she was going to let the rest remain unspoken, and just say, "I'll probably be spending most of my time here." Her manicure nails danced along the handle of a cattails before she picked it up. "I wish I'd known, I would have worn my choke chain to the audition. We could have cut the formalities and come straight here." She played with the whips in her hands as she spoke, her eyes dancing along the rest of the toys before she turned back to Tucker with a smile. "When do I start?"
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Post by smith on Jul 22, 2020 5:32:20 GMT
Tucker Phelps @the entryway to Tucker's penthouse
Tucker had to admit he was a little surprised to see her eyes beam at the room. He misjudged her experience it seemed. The girl had absolutely no fear of the room, it was almost like she felt at home. “Well to be clear your job during work hours will be to assist guests, but there’s always time for fun… especially if you’re immortal.” He’d let the words linger as she continued to look out at all the machinery.
She also brought out a new forwardness to the conversation. Well she had been forward about everything thus far, but Tucker figured she’d hit her limit eventually. He was starting to think she didn’t have any. “You can start tomorrow, today you’re mine.” He’d give her a confident smile that showed he had a number of ideas running through his head.
“The next and final stop of the day will be my penthouse room upstairs. There’s also the memory room but that’s for another time. You haven’t disappointed thus far so I now have very high hopes for you.””
The demon would take her by the hand again and lead her back out of the room before she could protest that she wanted to stay. The two would collect their shoes as they continued up the stairs, adjacent to the entry way would be another hidden wall that only Tucker could open with his touch. He had a few ways to get up to his penthouse from the club, some hidden and some visible. This however was the closest. They still wouldn’t go back for their clothing, Tucker had a feeling it wasn’t necessary around her.
As he led her up the stairs again his voice would break the silence. “You know almost no one gets the mark for free right? Normally a deal would have to be stricken to gain entry way. But I could tell from the beginning that you were different. I didn’t know how different till a few moments ago, but I was pleasantly surprised for sure.”
As they reached the doorway to his penthouse, he let go of her hand. “Now that we’re approaching the end of the grand tour. I’ll let you pick the order of the last act and the finale. We could discuss the terms of the deal, non binding for the moment of course. Or well I don’t think I have to explain the second option.”
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kat
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kitkatacrobat#9523
probably laughing at myself so you can too
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Post by kat on Jul 22, 2020 5:58:40 GMT
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| Effie was starting to learn he always had the right things to say at the right times. Of course he reminded her this could be her forever, right as he stole her away from it. She followed his lead, not bothering to protest since she knew it would go nowhere. Besides, the alternative - being whisked away to his private penthouse - sounded just as nice, if not better. Undivided attention was her favorite.
Slipping her shoes back on on the way back, she followed pace as he walked her up the stairs, listening to him and smiling. "I'm honored," she admitted truthfully. She could tell he was making it clear just how much he thought of her, and she felt the responsibility of living up to his hopes."I hope you can trust me just as well to exceed any expectations you have." She meant it; it wasn't just a show to get the job. For once, she felt like she was exactly where she needed to be. And she was going to get paid for it.
As they stopped outside the doorway and he dropped her hand, she put both her hands behind her back and cocked her head. Of course the second choice was obvious - and tempting, as her eyes wandered just as far as her mind as she pondered her options, and then she remembered why she'd stuck around to begin with. "It'd be wise to discuss deals first," she said as she finally looked at his face again to bring her thoughts back to earth."Business first, right? Since nothing is for free." She spun her right ass check towards him again, flashing the new ink from him, to emphasize her point. As teasing as it was, she was serious. She would hate to start something she couldn't finish, or worse, give away more than she was willing to dish out.
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Post by smith on Jul 22, 2020 6:52:57 GMT
Tucker Phelps @tucker's Penthouse
Tucker rarely had a problem getting women to come to bed with him. For a moment he thought Effie was going to be different, someone out of reach. But the little witch had made herself clear. Once they hit the bed she was his for the duration of the day. Unfortunately, she chose the correct option. Boring first, fun second. Something told him he wouldn’t be disappointed though. As she turned around to reshow him the tattoo, this time he didn’t hold anything back. His hand reached for the familiar spot and gave it a firm squeeze. As he did this he’d just give a nod to her statement.
He opened the door to the penthouse. The room wasn’t as large as either of the lounge’s below but he didn’t need it to be. He lived in a space meant for five people all by himself. He had a king sized bed with black sheets. A lovely kitchen that hardly got used. A bar that contained alcohol from all around the world along with the best strands of weed. There were other parts of course, but those what would stand out immediately.
The demon pulled her hand over to the large couch in the living area of the penthouse. He’d sit down and then shift his body to face hers. “So here’s the deal. The easiest way to make you immortal would be to put a claim on your soul. Everytime you died, I just prevent the soul from going to hell and plop you into another body. Unfortunately, I don’t have the juice to do that right now, haven’t in a long time.”
He’d pause giving her a few seconds to take in the fact that he was talking about soul claims and things of the sort. But he didn’t wait for her to talk, he’d just continue with the second option. “The other option is sex magic! More specifically, binding your soul to mine. See this is a really really old witches trick that wasn’t intended for this, but I found a loophole. Back in the day, couples would want a way other than marriage to prove themselves to each other, that they loved each other and wanted to be together for all of eternity. So they would get a witch to bind them to each other, when one died, the other would follow. Now if we binded you to me…” He’d hold his hands out waiting for her to put it together. “Then you’d technically be immortal. But this version certainly isn’t free. Since i’d feel what you feel, I’d be putting myself into a very vulnerable position.” It was true. While he wouldn’t be killed if she was harmed, he would certainly feel it until she came recovered.
“And I promise you the philosopher’s stone will require a much greater sacrifice than binding yourself to me would be, but if you still wanted to find it after we made a deal. Well let’s just say I’d be pretty inclined to help the woman whose soul was intertwined with mine.” He knew it was a lot to process, and it might have killed the mood a little, but she was the one who wanted to talk business first.
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kat
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kitkatacrobat#9523
probably laughing at myself so you can too
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Post by kat on Jul 22, 2020 7:25:15 GMT
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| She allowed herself to be pulled by him into the luxury apartment, again fascinated by what was his. He'd surrounded himself by what he deemed necessary, and in the massive space, she wondered how even he didn't get lonely. And then she contemplated the idea that he was immortal, and as far as she understood, loneliness was something you learned to get over quickly when time had no meaning, before it killed you. So perhaps it was exactly right, from the kitchen that looked like it deserved a good meal to be had in it, to the living room that had the faintest smell of weed lingering in the air. Yeah, she could imagine it would be quite comfortable.
Effie placed herself on the couch beside him, feeling more inclined to relax now beside him. She paid close attention to what he said, as it was her life on the line, and she didn't want to make the wrong choice.
When he started talking about souls and being able to have power of them, it made it crystal clear for Effie who she was doing business with. Maybe not the devil himself, but a demon that appeared to have a lot of power and knowledge. With the first being the obvious bad option, she felt herself perk up slowly as he spoke about the second. Immortality, without having to hand her soul away entirely sounded better than having to switch bodies every few decades. Besides, she'd grown particularly fond of the one she was in; she's spent good money on the art she was branded in. He'd made it sound like it was obvious, yet still up to her.
She'd already made up her mind, and as she unconsciously pulled herself closer to him in anticipation, she couldn't help but hang on to each word he said. Not only would she get a shortcut to immortality, but she'd get Tucker's help on finding the stone. It sounded too good to be true - but fuck it. The rewards outweighed the risks too greatly. "Don't worry, I don't get myself into too much trouble," she assured him, giddy with excitement. "So this is the deal? I'm yours to do with as you please, and in exchange I get immortality and your help finding the stone?" She paused briefly before scoffing. "Do I have to shake on this? Or is there a sexy blood-letting ritual we get to do?"
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Post by smith on Jul 22, 2020 8:27:26 GMT
Tucker Phelps @tucker's Penthouse
The little witch didn’t seem at all disturbed by his statements. He assumed by now that she had pieced together that he was a demon. But she hadn’t instally freaked out or tried to kill him so maybe she was okay with the whole thing. He hoped she was okay with the whole thing.
Tucker noticed that Effie didn’t seem very keen on the first option. He wasn’t either, it was hardly suitable. But she seemed to perk up at the second one. As they sat there, he assumed that she’d take a while to mull it over. But much to his surprise she seemed to completely accept the deal without a second thought. Either she was playing him or she was wayyyy too trusting of hot naked strangers. Although the same could be said about Tucker, he hadn’t really given a damn about a human in quite some time, but here he was ready to make himself vulnerable to her.
“I honestly thought you’d need some more convincing and we’d need to negotiate more, but that’s the deal.” He’d laugh at her final statement. He knew sex magic wasn’t as popular anymore but she seemed to know nothing about it. “How new are you at being a witch? The first step is to get a witch who knows sex magic, luckly I saved one during the Salem Witch Trials and she owes me a favor. She’ll come out here and we can perform the ritual. Sex magic is powered mainly by the participants. Meaning she’ll perform the ritual while we’re doing it, and it’ll be finished when I finish. Then I make some calls about the rock.” He’d grin. This woman had basically offered herself to him for all of eternity without a second thought.
“But for now, why don’t you show me what I bought?”
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kat
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kitkatacrobat#9523
probably laughing at myself so you can too
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Post by kat on Jul 22, 2020 9:25:20 GMT
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| Effie was fully aware of what a dumb decision she was making without much consideration, but something told her that even if it was stupid, or even if it did end terribly, she was exactly where she was supposed to be right this very moment. Call it fate or call her crazy, she just knew this was supposed to happen. He offered her dreams to her on a silver platter and he expected another answer besides 'yes'? She'd gotten the impression he'd done this before, so he couldn't be that shocked. She reasoned it must have meant he was anticipating her to catch him off guard, argue a little. She could have. Or she could have - and she did - go with her gut.
She wanted to chuckle slightly - how many witches owed him favors? Fuck, she just became the next. For eternity. "Dirty," she admired after his description of the ritual, biting her lip. "And to answer your question, I've been wiccan all my life, but that's only 21 years, so probably minutes compared to someone like you." How old was he, anyway? She marked the question down as something she'd have to ask later. She had plenty of other questions about the ritual - she'd heard of sex magic. It traced back to the ancient magic she'd grown up on at home, but she'd never practiced anything, and not much had committed to memory without practice.
After his question, she caught herself twirling a strand of her hair before smiling at him. She sat up straighter, pushing her tits toward him as she leaned her arm against the back of the couch. She dropped her hair and held her hand on her thigh, biting her lip. "You've been looking at it all day, darling," she whispered into his ear, placing her hand on his bare thigh. "Do you want to see a different angle?" It was fucked, really, that she found practically selling herself off so hot But sue her. All things considered, it was the least fucked up thing she'd done in less than a few hours. Slowly, she pulled one leg up, exposing herself to him as her hand moved to her stomach, waiting for his next command.
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