<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 Mirror Bedroom<br/><strong>When: </strong>Thursday, shortly after dinner, week 1<br/><strong>Who: </strong>J<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;"><br/>Harlequin moved slowly as she replied, explaining her sexual outlook. She was fine with another woman in the room, even another woman in the mix, but apparently wasn't eager to go one-on-one with another woman. He, himself, knew precisely how she felt. He nodded slowly as she finished explaining her thoughts on the subject to him, finishing up by explaining what she had been looking for: two men to make her the center of their attention. Four hands, two tongues, two cocks. Judging by what Harlequin could see, her body could certainly handle the attention, and it was obvious that her mindset could, too.<br/><br/>"Sounds familiar," he whispered back to her as his hands slid gently along her toned thighs. "I'm the same. Don't mind tag-teaming a woman with another fella... as long as the fella isn't looking for me to personally up his pleasure," he said with a gentle smile. "I am surprised, though, that you haven't found two men to take you up on your desire. You're definitely one of the most attractive women I've seen since I started working here, but... maybe the men you've seen here so far are more one-on-one kinda guys," he said. It could very well be true that most men might prefer the privacy and intimacy of one-on-one encounters. Others might simply be intimidated by the prospect, despite how often men talked about such a fantasy.<br/><br/>"If you need help finding a pair of studs in the future, come find me, and I'll help out. I know a good number of guys here who would be more than happy to give you the attention you deserve..," he said, smiling at her.<br/><br/>Then she commented on him going straight for the goods and he let out a soft laugh. "Normally that's not my style," he said, "But you heard Duchesse - she would only be a few minutes, and when she arrives... she wants you ready. She wants you in the same state she's in, and since she'd -just- enjoyed a climax before you joined us, well...," he shrugged slightly as he moved forward a bit more as she inched her ass to the edge of the bed. "That means we don't have a lot of time to fool around." He took her words more as amusement rather than a complaint. In truth Harlequin didn't know if they only had one or two minutes of alone-time... or fifteen. Or something in between. The woman he -truly- wanted to impress would be joining them soon, and he wanted everything to her liking. He hoped to impress J as well, of course: impressing her and pleasuring her might make her enjoy her visit here to the club all the better, which would reflect better on Duchesse as the owner, as well.<br/><br/>He stopped moving when his face was only inches from her sex, spread out before him, pink, pillow-like folds waiting to be touched. His hands moved along the insides of her thighs now, his big, soft palms sliding gently along the tender flesh he found here, both hands making their way towards her core. <br/><br/>"Mmmmm," he said, gently nuzzling the tip of his nose against her folds, finding that she wasn't exactly aroused... yet. But he knew a wet-tongue would fix that quite quickly. "I love what I see...," he whispered, then moved his face slightly upward, so that when he spoke, the warmth of his breath would glide across her sex. "You are very beautiful... but as I mentioned, we need to get you... up to speed," he said softly....<br/><br/>And then his tongue slipped out of his mouth, the tip gently nudging it's way between her folds. He moved slowly at first, not wanting to cause any discomfort, as his tongue slipped upward, parting her gently, and finding her clit quite easily. The brush of his tongue along it was slow, gentle... he wasn't in any hurry for the moment as he sought to prepare her for an intense tongue-lashing. If Duchesse wanted J in the same frame of mind she was in, Harlequin felt confident that wouldn't take long - he just hoped he could do it before Duchesse arrived...<br/><br/>Once her slit was slick from his tongue, he swirled his tongue-tip around her clit, and then slowly began ravishing her little pearl, his eyes looking up the front of her body, past her huge and perfect breasts, up to her face, watching her reactions so that he would better know what to do next to get her to the peak quickly and efficiently. His hands reached her core, palms flat against her inner-thighs, thumbs both slipping down to her folds that protected the entrance to her canal, and gently those thumbs eased her lower-folds apart... baring her entire sex open to him now....<br/></div>