<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Duchesse.jpg)</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<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Once Peter was inside, Duchesse stopped toying with herself. She was doing it for his benefit, to lure him to her and from the lump in the front of his pants and how fast he had left his post as soon as the time was up - she assumed that he had waited for the last minute - she was quite sure that he had bitten the bait and wasn't about to let go of it. She was pleased, to say the least.  He was gorgeous; she had seen him naked more than once, and seen him in action too. Now she wanted to touch, to taste, to be the reason why he moaned and tensed.<br/><br/>She turned on her front and raised her arms above her head. The mask made it slightly uncomfortable, but it was nothing that she couldn't live with. She waited patiently, give him ten, fifteen minutes before she would move into the pool. It wasn't like she planned on waiting for him forever and if he decided that he would not have sex with his boss, waiting for him here would be pointless. She did not have to wait that long. With her eyes closed much like before she glanced toward the footsteps coming her way. If it turned out to be the French asshole again, he'd get the sharp side of her tongue… But no. It was Peter. Well, Harlequin now. Awesome.<br/><br/>Duchesse opened her eyes when he spoke at her and she lifted herself onto her elbows, curving her back, showing some of her cleavage and and turning her head so that all of her hair fell over the shoulder furthest from him. "Hmm… You leave here with a hard on that could have ripped through your pants, and when you come back to me, you offer me a massage. Is that because you are very disciplined or because you don't dare to let me know exactly what you want right from the start?" She asked, her French accent slipping into her words. It had mellowed out a lot through the years, but there was still an edge to her words that indicated English was a second language.<br/><br/></div>