<div class="floatleft">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/c35e5c8d72d34eb82d71873cb47124bf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:  Antonio Cabrello (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13129139#msg13129139)</strong><br/><br/><strong>CLIENT</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Is the performance failing?<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Semele, Velen, Vibeke<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>Exhibition and oral</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>True to her image, Vibeke failed to communicate with words and instead informed him of her status through actions. At first he took it as all good, what with the sudden shift in moisture and caress. It caused his member to quiver against her tongue as he believed her to be quite invigorated to be sheathing him betwixt her lips. However, her ministrations changed as she pulled her lips back towards the crown, her fingers grasping him, the muscle tensing against her grip... before her nails dug in.<br/><br/>He hissed between his teeth, tossing a ball slightly off angle, but catching it easily enough. Between the piercing points of Vibeke's nails and her nipping teeth, he found himself seeking distraction by criss-crossing a pair of balls in the air as he tossed them behind himself. He was definitely going to need to switch things up a bit, but it was still a bit too early to call for the first firecracker. He needed to know that his release was imminent, and in truth the pair had only really just begun.<br/><br/>Adjusting his gaze to the crowd, he was not at all surprised to see Grumrump's loose pants pointing upwards. His courtesan's fingers slid from the rotund belly down towards the cloth-covered point, teasing it with a single fingertip as he whispered into her ear. He could not truly tell if the courtesan was having a good time or just playing along. Any spirits that may be lifted from his benefactor were swiftly dashed, however, as he saw Semele upon the lap of her groom, turned away from his own performance. What he once thought was a success was now suddenly a loss. She had merely watched long enough to toss the ball and be done with it.<br/><br/>His concentration was broken enough that his member began to soften slightly, becoming less of a rigid beam standing upright in the air. It was then that he realized Vibeke's attentions had halted. No suction, no kisses, no fingers or even piercing fingernails. Taking a moment to slow the juggling, he glanced down to see his member, still length but soon to begin shrinking at the lack of attention and abundance of distraction, resting upon her tongue.<br/><br/><em>Even my companion conspires against me!</em>he cursed to himself. He stared up at the balls once more. He had to keep juggling. It was part of the bet. With six balls, however, there was no way he was going to be able to use his hand and there was no guarantee he'd be able to move his hips right without poking or prodding something other than her mouth. With a sigh, he decided he'd do the only thing he could. It'd be a challenge, and it was more likely to draw laughter from the crowd than illicit moans of empathic pleasure, but Vibeke gave him no choice. If he couldn't use his hand and she wasn't willing to fulfill her part of the performance, then he'd use the only means left.<br/><br/>He lifted his leg up and looped it over her shoulder, his calf closing in to the back of her head and pushing her forward. Fortunately, the softening of his cock worked conveniently as it allowed to bend and shift to fit the contours of her tongue, the roof of her mouth, and her throat. The immediate warmth sent a tremor throughout his girth, already summoning the stone-like transformation once again. Keeping himself as balanced as best he could, having to simplify the juggling for the time being, he allowed his calf to rock back and forth, pushing Vibeke's face towards his crotch before allowing her room to ease back.<br/><br/>It was crude and absurd, but it would fulfill the terms of the performance.