<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/GoldLaceAiless.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Ailess, #1253</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong><em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br/><strong>When: </strong><em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br/><strong>Who: </strong><em>Lux</em><br/><strong>Status: </strong><em>Closed</em><br/><strong>Notes: </strong><strong>Bold</strong>is dialogue in Japanese<br/><hr/><br/>"You'd think less of me however? I'm hurt." Ai gave a mock sense of pain, hand at his chest when he heard Lux's confession of waiting for him. He could have always just done that, left without a word, leaving the club and leaving her pent up and frustrated. But she interested him now, and he wasn't going to leave after an encounter such as this.<br/><br/>He watched her, noticing her stare down with him as she spoke of his job, with a rather bored tone. "You asked, didn't you?" He didn't care if she cared or not, she was the one that had asked in the first place. He wouldn't elaborate on what he did, because here all pleasentries were out the window; they didn't speak of who they really were, because anonymity was key. Her tone suddenly went sly, flirtatious, as he saw Lux walk closer to him, sensually moving her hips.<br/><br/>He gave a growl when he felt her hands that were on his chest, suddenly caress his flaccid cock, igniting the fire within him that was pent up and in need of release. Her hands were soft like silk, but he didn't want to give into her. He was always the dominant, but this woman was the same way as he was.<br/><br/>"I'm up for anything." He answered back huskily, watching as Lux sat on the counter top, her robe's opening beginning to loosen with each move she made.