<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Duchesse.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Duchesse, Club Owner</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>Lounging Chair, on the patio<br/><strong>When: </strong>Thursday, shortly after dinner, week 1<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Peter, while on duty<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">"<acronym title="I said no, now leave me.">J'ai dit non, maintenant laisse moi.</acronym>" Duchesse said to a client as she walked out onto the patio. The client finally understood her refusal to be with him or anyone else for the time being. Her French was delivered perfectly, without a trace of English accent, but there was definitely a European one there. She glided toward one of the lounging chair on the patio. Her long brown hair was kept back by  the black ribbon that held her golden mask in place. Sometimes she cursed the damn thing, but sometimes it allowed her to test her employees  in a most intimate manner.<br/><br/>The black robe slipped off her shoulders, reveling a toned body and unblemished, lightly tanned skin. She knew that he was there and she was sure that his eyes were glued to her back, no doubt on her ass, as she tossed the black robe across the foot of the chair. The shift change was in fifteen, no maybe ten minutes now. She was on schedule to do what she wanted to do. He was young, gorgeous, and she had seen him perform before. It had been quite a sight and it made her want to be on the receiving end of those thrusts… For a while she didn't think that she would catch his eye, being a bit more than twenty years older, but he had proved her wrong.<br/><br/>Today, she meant to lure him in, to incite him to take the step that would need to be taken for them to be together. It was risky'; she was his boss, but it was well known that she had no qualms sleeping with the male employees when they were on site and off the job. She sat onto the chair and leaned back against the reclined back. She was at an angle for him, and since she wanted not to be obvious about it without shoving herself into his face, she had to make it so it looked normal.<br/><br/>Duchesse, the name by which she went when she wore the mask,  opened her legs so that her foot out be over the edge and flat on the ground. It provided with a clear, if not direct, line of sight to her almost bare lips. With her left arm over her head, she lowered her right hand slowly toward the prize. Her perfectly manicured burgundy nails caressed her abs, passed over her belly button over her mons and caressed her outer lips. The first pass was light, the second was firmer and so was the third, and then the fourth… By the fifth motion, her middle finger slipped between the lips and caressed the whole length up to the apex of her lips.<br/><br/>Her eyes were almost closed. For anyone looking, they might as well be, but she could still see him between her eyelashes and she watched to see if she had caught his attention or not. Her hand between her leg was relentless.  The fingers on either side of her middle finger spread her slightly, and her middle finger teased her pearl a few seconds, then lowered and teased her entrance, before doing it all over again, and again. A small moan passed her lips and each time her finger reached her clit, she squirmed and arched her back slightly.</div>