<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;">She had caught a glimpse of his surprise, so quickly gone that she was not entirely sure that it was there. Duchesse let her eyes roam over the man's body without shame or shyness. All that Harlequin would be able to witness was her vivid interest in his beautiful, perfectly sculpted body. It was at the price of an effort that she did not reach out and paw at him.  She would do plenty of touching soon enough, she was sure, and so she could wait a few more just for the pleasure of her eyes.<br/><br/>Her gaze hitched at his cock, and she bit her lower lip. It was tempting, so tempting, to reach out and stroke him. She wanted to know if he was the kind of man to get weak in the knees when she would touch him or if he would remain mostly stoic and feel flattered that she paid attention to him in this way… No matter how he would react, her gaze still remained on him with a certain hunger in them. Desire for this younger man was not going to be an issue, for sure.<br/><br/>She watched him lower himself by her chair with the same predator look in her eyes, as if she meant to pounce on him, her prey. There would be no pouncing, not yet anyway. She was still at the stage of luring him in, wanting him to lust for her even more than he already was. He lowered himself toward her and she turned to her side. Conscious that her mask could be unpleasant if it brushed against the skin in a certain way, she was very careful when she leaned in toward his ear.<br/><br/>He could now see the front of her body unhindered, the position on her side making the hollow of her waist more pronounced between her hips and her ribs. She was propping herself up on her elbow and when her lips came close enough to his ear, she shared her secret which was closer to a confession.  "I waited until the last minutes of your shift because I've caught your eyes on me lately. I've waited and touched myself to tempt you, to arouse you, and bait you to come to me tonight. I have not made myself cum, because I want you to do it." She spoke softly, her tone suave and her breath a warm breeze against the side of his neck.<br/><br/>Duchesse's hand finally went to his chest. With only her fingertips, she went downward and followed the shape of his abs, the line of his waist, and stopped as she felt her fingers brush against the base of his shaft, teasing, hinting that she could grab it if she chose to,  or simply have her fingers linger very near and keep him guessing as to whether or not she would push the caress further. From anyone else, this might have come across as not having the courage to push further, but from Duchess, it was a way to make him delve deeper into lust and want. Her fingers followed the length up to the tip, their touch just firm enough not to be a tickling, feather-like touch, and then it went back down in the same manner, but along the underside with the clear goal of visiting his balls.</div>