<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;">His introduction was polite and smooth, as he had intended it to be. Duchesse knew who he was, of course - she knew who -every- one of her employees were - and many of them she knew quite intimately, or so he thought. Maybe after tonight, she would know -him- quite intimately, too, he hoped, and he had fantasized about it already many times, ever since his first day, ever since she interviewed him before offering him the job. She had not worn a bra during the interview, and her nipples... Jesus, Peter had went home and tossed off a load so quickly with her image burned in his mind, it stunned him. Since then, he had vowed to have her... someday.<br/><br/>She rose up on her elbows, allowing him to see a generous amount of flesh at the sides of her breasts, cleavage teasing him as well. Her hair flung to the side, away from him as she turned her gaze to meet him, hearing his words. When she spoke, her French accent made his knees shake a little - and he was so very grateful that the robe reached down almost to his ankles so that she couldn't see how her voice affected him. He was quite an experienced young man, for his age - he wasn't some sixteen year old able to lose his load in seconds, nor would Peter act like one. He desired her, lusted for her, wanted her... but he was still quite disciplined, and patient - even if he didn't really want to be right now.<br/><br/>She spoke back to him, her sexy voice sounding a bit playful herself. He quirked a half-smile at her and slightly shrugged. "Your experience is as expansive as it is alluring, my lady," he replied politely again. One thing was for sure - she knew he had been watching her earlier. "I enjoyed watching you touch yourself. I can't recall a more beautiful sight that I've ever seen," he admitted, and though she might assume it was simple flattery - it was pretty much the truth, or at least very close to it.<br/><br/>"Upon returning, though, it seems you have found satisfaction for now, and so I offered a massage for my mistress who works quite hard to provide this paradise for all her guests," he said, complimenting her skill at putting this entire endeavor to work. "And... because I would very much like to put my hands upon her skin," he added - also being quite honest, his smile growing a little as he looked through his mask down at her. <br/><br/>Gentle. Slow. He didn't just blurt out that he wanted to fuck  her, but then he didn't want her to think he wasn't that interested, either. Something in between, Peter thought, would be where he would need to tread...</div>