<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/HarlequinMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Harlequin, Security</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>The patio --> Locker room --> The patio<br/><strong>When: </strong>Thursday, shortly after dinner, week 1<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Duchesse<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;"><br/>Thankfully, Duchesse smiled in response to his words. She hadn't rolled her eyes or dismissed him, so the took that as a good sign. This was no twenty year-old women easily seduced, and he knew this might very well be a challenge. Duchesse was savvy and intelligent, he had seen plenty of examples of that since he had started working for her. He knew that a few sweet words weren't going to get her to spread her thighs for him. <br/><br/>Then she challenged him to remove his robe and come closer so that she could whisper something - a secret- into his ear. He tilted his head to the side a bit, obviously intrigued. What sort of 'secret' would she share with him, he wondered? And her desire to see him without his robe - and blatantly declaring such desire - definitely surprised him as well. But he was a smooth operator, and his surprise was momentary at best. His hands moved up to the ties of his black robe, and slowly began to undo it.<br/><br/>"How could anyone resist such an offer?" he asked playfully, smoothly, as his hands worked the knot free. "To learn one of Duchesse's secrets... that would truly be an honor," he said, the ties of the robe's belt coming free. He let them fall, and with it, the front of his robe slid and fell slightly open. As it did... his cock, thick and stiff, nearly sprang free between the two sides of his robe, protruding outward like a thick, solid flagpole from the black fabric of his robe. He was as solid as a man could be, and impressively hung. After letting her get a view for a moment, he reached his hands up and shrugged off the robe, letting it fall to the ground to pool at his feet. <br/><br/>Harlequin stood naked, completely, before him, his lean but toned body on display for her eyes. He was proud of his looks, his body, and of course his endowment. He'd never received a complaint yet, and right now, more than ever, he hoped that would hold true as he slowly took a step toward where Duchesse lay on the lounge recliner. He came to stand beside her, looking down at her, then slowly, carefully, he lowered himself to his knees up beside where her head was. He rested his hands on the edge of the lounge chair, still not touching her, and then whispered to her just loud enough to hear.<br/><br/>"I am ready to hear this secret of yours, my lady," he informed her quietly, a faint smile on his face, his intense eyes firmly on hers. Then slowly, he turned his head and lowered it downward in an effort to make it easy for her to whisper to him as she had indicated...<br/><br/></div>