<a class="username" data-user-id="13771" data-username="@Cassandraks" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/13771/">@Cassandraks</a>Two men walked in at the same time. They were similar enough that it was clear they were brothers. Paul, 45 and Mark, 40, stood close together as they talked to each other. "Look, bro...when Sheila stopped putting out....well, lets just say this babysitting service really came through. The girls are..." He looked around, admiring the teen bodies that were on display. "...well, they're here for a reason, right? They want your cock, every which way until sunday. So relax...they're not going to say NO or talk to anyone or anything, right." Paul, the older of the two, spoke as he put a reassuring hand on his brothers shoulders.<br/><br/>Paul and Mark both wore jeans and polo shirts, having arrived after working out at the gym. It was part of their alibi, in case anyone asked where they had been. The brothers were both tall and stocky, gym rats who were starting to show their age as their muscles softened around the edges and the pounds were harder to shed. Both were still handsome men. "And you said it yourself - you saw Betty and your neighbor coming out of the pool house together. No harm no foul, right? So....lets find us a girl." Mark had remained silent the whole time, eyes darting around from girl to girl.<br/><br/>Paul's eyes were caught on the red hair of Abetha. The girl was in conversation with some of the others as he approached, but her hair and her outfit had caught his attention. "Pardon the interruption ladies...I'm Paul." He says with a soft smile to them before turning to Abetha. "I was wondering if you had a, uh, minute?"<br/><br/>====<br/><a class="username" data-user-id="21745" data-username="@Aluora" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/21745/">@Aluora</a>Mr. Richards also arrived. He only came maybe once or twice a month finding it much harder to get away from his wife. Pushing 50, he had gray hairs and a true dad body, rounder at the belly than at any previous time in his life. He was wearing shorts and a simple t-shirt along with flip flops. Certainly not the guy who looked like he was here to get his rocks off. He shuffled his feet as he entered, hand shoved in his pocket. He was among the quieter guys despite his large, 6'4" frame. His eyes went from girl to girl then back to one, eyes widening in recognition.<br/><br/>"Roxy?" He asks, seeing his neighbors daughter sitting there on the couch. The tall, leggy girl was hard not to notice. Her tight, tall body was near perfect. This was the last place on earth he had expected to see her. It caused him equal parts of shock and arousal all at the same time.<br/><br/>====<br/><a class="username" data-user-id="39292" data-username="@XxSassyBeautyxX" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/39292/">@XxSassyBeautyxX</a>Richard Nailor was the proud (and secret) owner of the place. He especially liked visiting when new girls had shown up, eager to taste all the wares that were on display. At 44 years old, he had dark hair and was 6'0". His wife was still clueless to all that was going on which was exactly the way he liked it. He was in business slacks and a button down shirt having come straight from work. It had been a stressful day and he was looking for some relief. He smiled at some of the familiar girls before his eyes settled on one - he hadn't seen her here before and she looked oh so young. Her dress was humble yet sexy at the same time. The girls conversation seemed to have been interrupted by the clients - which was good, if the girls wanted to chat that was what the Den was for. In the public meeting room all their attention should be on the Clients and making them happy.<br/><br/>He moved over to her, sitting down beside her. "Hey there...whats your name?" He asks, turning his body towards her as   he let his eyes take her in briefly and quickly.<br/><br/>====<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="39292" data-username="@XxSassyBeautyxX" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/39292/">@XxSassyBeautyxX</a>Professor Edwards had also arrived. He was wearing a business suit, his typical day attire and even still had his briefcase with him. His attention was immediately captured by Samantha, one of the older girls who seemed to have a natural affinity to her. Her elegant body and regal posture made her stand out to him. So he approached her, giving her a once over before extending his hand towards her. "And who do I have the pleasure of meeting today, pretty thing?" He asks, leaning in towards her politely with a slight bow of his head.<br/><br/>At 55, he was perhaps one of the older clients in recent weeks. But he was rich and paid his girls well, always giving them an extra tip if they performed to his high standards. Just under 6'ft tall, he was a slim man who perhaps could use with a few more pounds of fat and muscle to make him look at bit younger and healthier.