<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/>Harlequin remained silent as he watched Duchesse appraise his body. He hoped he was sufficient, enough perhaps to arouse her. He had deep hopes of being able to enjoy her, but it was whispered that she was quite picky about her men. To have several was not beyond her, but she did not spread her thighs for just anyone. Being in her position, she was permitted to deny whoever she wished, but then again, all acts on the property were supposed to be conducted with mutual consent, regardless.<br/><br/>He noticed her bite her lip when her eyes fell to his manhood. He was quite proud of his endowment, and had never heard a complaint. One or two girls, in his early days, had even said he was too big, which only stroked his ego even more. But he wasn't freakishly huge by any means. He said nothing, allowing her to look as long as she wished. <br/><br/>Then he carefully lowered himself so that she might more easily whisper her secret to him. They were both careful not to bump their heads - or their masks together. That would only prove that he was ungraceful, and likely she would send him away. But with both of them being careful, it was no problem at all for him to lower down to where her mouth was by his ear. As he turned his head, of course, his gaze looked down her body, and the throb along his length intensified. She was a goddess in form, in his eyes, and he saw at least a dozen places he wished to touch and kiss her. She moved, then, rising up on her side to lean against one of her elbows as she whispered her confession. <br/><br/>She caught his eyes on her lately, and here he thought he had been so very careful not to be seen. She was likely used to being stared at, and likely could tell when a man was lusting for her anyway. But she knew he had, so there was no sense in denying it. She admitted to touching herself to tempt him, to arouse him, and she knew it had worked because there he sat next to her, listening to her confession. Then she claimed she had not brought herself to climax, which surprised him, and then she admitted why: She wanted him to do it. Her breath warm against his neck, he felt a tingle go down his spine as she basically said she expected him to pleasure her.<br/><br/>Then he felt her hand on his chest, just the fingertips, and slowly they glided downward. His body tensed, his abs tightening as her fingers moving across the shallow hills and valleys of his tone stomach, and downward her hand continued to move until her fingertips brushed up against the base of his engorged pole.<br/><br/>His upper body rose up straight, slowly, so that it would afford her an easier reach. Then her fingers began to glide up his hardened length, just the fingertips again, and he sucked in a soft breath at her touch. As her fingers moved along, his cock twitched in response once... then twice... and again when her fingers reached the swollen, spongy-tipped head. Then those same fingers swirled around to the underside, returning back down his shaft but along the thick rail of a vein underneath, and as her hand reached the base once more, his hips gently eased forward a few inches to once again make the reach easier for her.<br/><br/>"Truth me told... I've lusted for you since the first day you interviewed me, my lady," he admitted softly. "What man here would not? All of them do, I am sure of it. You are a most beautiful, exotic woman - the finest I have ever laid eyes upon, sworn by my honor," he said plainly. "And I would be honored to finish what you so delightfully started... and in any manner you please. What would you enjoy the most, I wonder? A skilled tongue sending you over the edge as I watch you from below? The gentle touch of nimble, graceful fingers as my lips kiss yours so sweetly, whispering soft words meant for only us? Or are you in need of being filled to capacity, powerful, deep thrusts giving you the completion that you seek?" he asked smoothly with a pleasant smile as her hand reached down toward his sack. <br/><br/>"And, of course... how -quickly- would you like to feel this pleasure? I am yours for as long as you desire..."<br/></div>