<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/BlueCatMask.jpg)<div class="spoiler_container" style="display: block;"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://56.media.tumblr.com/b34d21557f20963684fb22e804bdf4ea/tumblr_o3ywn0Tpeh1u3km9po2_1280.jpg)</div></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Kitty, Escort &amp; Guide (Staff)</span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>At the bar, on the way to the pillow room.<br/><strong>When: </strong>Friday Dusk, week 1<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Gabe<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Kitty saw what she could only interpret as shock. Was it really a shock that she would want to have  sex with him? It wasn't like what was visible of him was ugly, body or face and he had very kind eyes although he never quite look into hers. She found it to be amusing, without mocking him; it was quite cute in an innocent kind of way. She could understand now why Duchesse thought that he needed a guide.<br/><br/>Kitty had not anticipated a kiss. It surprised her that he would kiss her, but she did not lose time answering to the quick contact. It was done and over with entirely too soon and she figured that it was his nervous behavior that had him being so quick about it, rather than to try to entice her with something sensual. She made a mental note for later, when his mind and body would be appeased and he would be more open to talk. Right now, it seemed, he was way to eager to be hands on - quite literally - to want to talk more. Kissing, however, was completely welcome, wanted even. As strange as it might sound, it made her feel like less of a prostitute even if she knew to some level that to be paid to have sex with client did fit that label.<br/><br/>"We have to cross the hall to get to the pillow room." Kitty said and she removed her hand from his leg. She slipped off the stool and removed the black robe completely. "It is probably the last time you ever see me wearing it, unless I am not physically available." She told Gabe. Periods came with their share of unpleasant side effects, so she would keep the robe tightly closed, provide company and pleasure but would not tolerate being touched. Today wasn't such a day and she handed the black dress to the barman behind the counter. He gave her a knowing smirk.<br/><br/>"Come, I'll show you the way." She said, and offered a hand. "I need to know what you've done. 'Everything normal' can be different from one person to the other. For some BDSM is their normal, for others it means getting undressed in the dark, fumbling a little to get the woman sufficiently aroused and then it's a race to the finish." She explained, walking without haste toward the door to the hall, but her eyes keep an almost constant contact with him. "What exactly are you used to? Handjobs, blowjobs, missionary position? Ever tasted a woman's most intimate nectar, Gabe?" She asked, but her tone had changed. She was moving away from social and straight to suggestive, suave, trying to be even more alluring.</div>