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<li data-xf-list-type="ol">I will only be accepting one partner for this rp so the first person to write a reply to it will be my partner. This is <i>not</i> going to be a group rp.</li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ol">I will only write with someone capable of writing multiple paragraphs per post and if my post is longer, yours should be longer too.</li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ol">Be able to post once a month. </li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ol">Be comfortable writing smut and lots of it. </li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ol">Your character should be entirely human with no magic. </li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ol">No futas. Your character can be male or female.</li>
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</div><span style="font-family:Nunito">The length of her legs was accentuated by heels that were about an inch and a half high. Smooth as satin they were, and she allowed his eyes to start down there - at the edges of her heels - and work their way up her body. Just before he got to what he would most want to see - or at least, part of what he would most want to see - a black tight leather dress started concealing her body. It didn’t do much to hide her feminine curves, though, and there was definitely enough there for him to imagine whatever he wanted. As his eyes moved further up, there were a few things left open for him to see and Aubrey could see his eyes light up as his gaze danced along her rather generous cleavage. All she could manage to do was smirk as she realized that he saw it.<br/>
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She couldn’t get too distracted by her own amusement, though, because once his eyes came to meet her own brown irises, Aubrey had to shift to all business. That’s all this was, after all - business. It was her job, and his, to entertain the crowd as they all came in, as they settled down for the show and as their drinks were served beforehand. These types of performances were actually Aubrey’s favorite ones. They weren’t much. Actually, they were barely even a tease, but they gave her plenty of opportunities to drive her submissive absolutely wild. Tonight, that was <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F54%2F70%2F97%2F547097262606cca25a2a2b125daa03f2.jpg&amp;hash=9da2105b3a700d3e031c3d66b4325548" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/54/70/97/547097262606cca25a2a2b125daa03f2.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Isaac</a>.<br/>
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Once their gazes locked, Aubrey’s voice came out in a dangerously even tone. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumvioletred"><b>“Upon your knees…”</b></span> For a moment, it looked as though he actually didn’t intend to listen. Heels clicked against the floor harshly as Aubrey took steps towards him while he still stood proudly, wearing almost nothing in front of her - just enough to cover what the women walking in would want to see. The crop that Aubrey held snapped forward and a loud <i>thwack</i> echoed in the showroom along with her voice once more. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumvioletred"><b>“Down.”</b></span><br/>
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Almost in time with her hit on the back of his shoulder, Isaac fell to his knees. It sounded painful, but the way his head hung low was more in shame than in pain. Aubrey just watched him as she slid her crop over his shoulder and brought it under his chin, tapping it twice to get him to lift his head - which he did promptly. Their eyes met again and she muttered, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumvioletred"><b>“Much better.”</b></span><br/>
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It was a simple scene that the two of them were putting on. It was designed to establish the rules of the club, to show the guests what the actual contract of a performance entailed, and to start getting everyone just a little excited about what was to come, because there were definitely more explicit scenes on the schedule of the evening.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumvioletred"><b>“Now,”</b></span> Aubrey continued speaking as she walked around to stand behind him and let her crop caress his bare back with an edging threat. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumvioletred"><b>“Isaac, dear, can you let our guests know what our first rule of the evening is?”</b></span> The crop snapped close to his ass and Isaac nearly leapt forward.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:lightgreen"><b>“Yes, Mistress!”</b></span> he responded rather promptly. Isaac’s eyes lifted up to look at the people slowly trickling in for the evening’s performances. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:lightgreen"><b>“All of the shows you are about to see have been rehearsed extensively and all of our performers are aware of everything they will be enduring. You are under no obligation to stay and watch the shows if they make you feel uncomfortable in any way and if you’re concerned about the safety of our performers, chances are you should leave rather than continue to watch.”</b></span><br/>
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Aubrey nodded in agreement with his statement, her eyes scanning the crowd to make sure that everyone seemed to understand. When Isaac finished speaking, it was her turn again. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumvioletred"><b>“Good, Isaac.”</b></span> She bent down, the crowd getting a quick glimpse of the lines of her own ass as she did, and set the crop beside her submissive’s kneeling form. Standing back up, Aubrey’s fingers wove into his hair and pulled his head back. Pulling a tie from her belt loop, she pulled it over his eyes, blindfolding him while his hair was being tugged. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumvioletred"><b>“Now, Isaac, what’s our safe word for the night?”</b></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:lightgreen"><b>“Red, Mistress.”</b></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumvioletred"><b>“Very good, Isaac.”</b></span> Aubrey pushed his head forward so that his eyes - if he could see - would be looking at the ground. Then he held that position as he released her while Aubrey turned to face the crowd. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumvioletred"><b>“Anytime a submissive on this stage uses the safe word tonight, our scene will stop and the curtains will close. There will be a few minutes to set up the next scene after that. Any audience complaints about a scene ending before its completion will <i>not</i> be tolerated and the audience members will be promptly removed.”</b></span> It made one thing clear. They took the safety and comfortability of their submissives on stage very seriously.<br/>
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Aubrey bent down once more to pick up her crop. However, before she stood back up, she placed a collar around Isaac’s neck and the crowd would hear him moan as she planted a quick kiss against his throat. Then, with the crop in one hand, she stood up and grabbed his collar, standing him up as well. Guiding him because he couldn’t see, Aubrey walked with him out into the seats and spoke again. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumvioletred"><b>“Rule number three: You. Do. NOT. Touch.”</b></span> She was deadly as she said it. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumvioletred"><b>“There will be performances that venture into the audience. None of our performers will touch you and you will not touch them… no matter how much you might want to.”</b></span> As she said it, she ran the crop along the thickening bulge in Isaac’s barely existent shorts, not hitting, just touching as much as she wanted.<br/>
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She smiled. She knew the observers would be starting to get anxious.<br/>
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Leading Isaac through the chairs and tables, Aubrey worked towards finishing up their little introduction. Rather harshly, Aubrey’s crop suddenly wacked a chair that was occupied and the occupant jumped. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumvioletred"><b>“Did I hit you?”</b></span> she asked the occupant.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:dodgerblue"><b>“No.”</b></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumvioletred"><b>“No matter what happens,”</b></span> she explained further, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumvioletred"><b>“I can guarantee you that you will <i>not</i> be touched. We might interact with the environment, but we will <i>not</i> touch anyone in the audience.”</b></span> There was no reason for them to be afraid.<br/>
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As she explained, that, though, three women walked out wearing very skimpy lingerie. Aubrey glanced towards them and smiled. Waving her crop towards them, Aubrey added, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumvioletred"><b>“They, on the other hand, will if you ask them to and pay them right.”</b></span> She smiled at that and then Aubrey led Isaac back up onto the stage, taking care with him so that he didn’t trip up any steps. With probably excessive force, she put him back on his knees.<br/>
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Rules having been established for the evening, Aubrey’s heels clicked as she walked back to the front of Isaac’s body. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumvioletred"><b>“Now Isaac, since everyone knows what their rules are for the evening, how about you tell them what <i>your</i> rule for the evening is.”</b></span><br/>
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Isaac’s mouth was watering and he nodded as Aubrey got down on her knees in front of him. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:lightgreen"><b>“Yes, Mistress. Mistress’s pleasure <i>always</i> comes first.”</b></span><br/>
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To conclude their little intro act, Aubrey pulled down her dress just a bit, unleashing her breasts before she fed one of them to Isaac’s mouth, holding his head tightly by the hair as he suckled against her. The curtain closed, taking them out of sight, and people would be left to await the main scenes of the evening. Meanwhile, Aubrey took a moment to enjoy his attentions before releasing him and ending their scene. She undid the blindfold and unclipped his collar and Isaac smiled at her.<br/>
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The manager of the club Silver Silhouette walked over to them once the curtain was closed and applauded. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:lightseagreen"><b>“Well done, as usual. Isaac, you can go prepare for your performance with Isabelle and Aubrey, I’m going to have you on the floor tonight.”</b></span> Both of the performers were agreeable to their tasks and Ethan watched the door, knowing that they would have a high value customer bringing in a new trainee for Aubrey at some point that evening. It was why she couldn’t perform more tonight.</span>