<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Duchesse.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container" style="display: block;"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;">image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.laughspark.info/thumbfiles/705X705/actress-monica-belluci-hot-photo-shoot-635691775853483748-12862.jpg)</div></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Duchesse, Club Owner</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>Lounging Chair, on the patio<br/><strong>When: </strong>Thursday, shortly after dinner<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Harlequin, J.<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">"Keep going, Harley… Don't stop what you're doing. Don't ease up." Duchesse said and she placed a basket beside him containing quite a few toys and among them were those that he had requested. The extras were a pair of leather cuffs, a strap on with the appropriate attachment. Duchesse already knew that he wouldn't be on the receiving end of that strap on, she wouldn't even suggest it, but either herself or J could benefit from it, should he get spent too quickly for them both.<br/><br/>Along with the basket of toys, she had a tray with three cups and a pitcher of Sangria. It was a promotion from the guy who sold her the liquor. He had given the club a generous sample to see if she would want to buy the product, rather than have it done in home by the kitchen personnel. She didn't fill the glasses, figured that whenever someone was thirsty, they could pour some into the glass and this way the ice in the pitcher might last a little longer.<br/><br/>Her robe discarded and the door closed, Duchesse removed her mask completely to toss it on top of a dresser. "You both know my  face, there's no reason for me to hide it. In fact, I'm pretty sure the only one who has a shred of anonymity here is J. She knows your face Harley, knows who you are. Don't you, J?" For all answer, the other woman removed her mask and gave it to Duchesse, who tossed it on top of the dresser with hers. Duchesse climbed onto the bed, and careful not to hit Harlequin on the head, she straddled J. Harlequin found himself with the aroused sex of two women inches from his face. Without a word, she leaned on top of J and they began to kiss, and touch, although J seemed a lot more hesitant than Duchesse about it.</div>