<br/><strong>Name:  Vibeke Veland   (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13145390#msg13145390)</strong><br/><br/><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>The show must go on<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Antonio<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>Oral</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>It was Antonio’s mock that brought her mind back to the stage. As he yelped and returned on his feet, she couldn’t help but look up, her cruel eyes fixed on his facial expression. He was gazing at his audience, which was perfect. The physical stimulus was enhanced if he didn’t see what was happening, not to mention the possibilities of taking him by surprise. His erection felt good against her cheek and for a second Vibeke wanted to know how it would feel on her tongue. Yet this was not that moment. She was licking her way from one jewel to another when Antonio called to Grumrump’s courtesan. She felt him extend close and beside her to catch the fifth ball, then just as quickly returning to his standing position, completely focused on keeping everything moving up in the air.<br/><br/>She suddenly realized what was missing. They had both been convinced to pair-up for the evening by two patrons who clearly wanted more for the night than just their usual client-courtesan quality time. Vibeke had seen Semele before and knew roughly what she was capable of; that her motivations were nowhere close to the advantage of the One Night Bride. Grumrump was just as bad, no consideration for the juggler’s desires whatsoever. She and Antonio had not chosen one another in the same way a client and its courtesan would. They had no prior talk, no negotiations of any sort and while he was more than comfortable putting on a show - as unusual as it was – she wasn’t quite skilled for it. Not really, especially if she had to team up. Entertaining a group was not new for her, but it had always happened on her terms and then it was just her and her client in their private little world, no matter how many were watching.  This...didn’t feel right with her. There was no connection between her and Antonio, not even the minimum. He wasn't her client, they were both entertainers, not unlike Semele's usual staff. This angered her. For a split-second the idea of giving it up and calling it off crossed her mind. Yet that would be a blemish on her spotless record and it wasn’t worth it. So Vibeke decided to do something else instead. She would treat Antonio as her client, one she didn't know anything about, one she would eventually learn to read.<br/><br/>She backed away and gripped his shaft with her right fingers, lifting it up as the back of her hand rested against his stomach. With a slow and long lick she covered the exposed side, from the sack to its tip as her lips caught the sensitive head. He felt the warmth of her mouth just as she pressed her lips against the edge that separated the tip from the rest. She remained like this for a moment, swirling her tongue on his flesh. Then Vibeke pressed her hand on his shaft, pulling it down just enough for her to engulf the tip. Without warning, she moved and took him whole, until her nose almost touched his stomach.<br/>