Carnival Club ~ Dance Floor & Open Bar
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				Title: <strong>Carnival Club ~ Dance Floor &amp; Open Bar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>16-03-2016, 19:03:26</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Dance Floor &amp; Open Bar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caradoc</strong> on <strong>04-04-2016, 00:18:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/Gabemask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Gabe, #2447</span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> At the bar<br><strong>When: </strong> Friday dusk, week 1<br><strong>Who:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gabe shifted at the bar, trying to get comfortable. Being in public, or at least out of his apartment, in just a robe, wasn’t something he was used to. He reached for his phone before realizing it was in his locker with everything else he’d had with him. This was going to take some getting used to.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He adjusted the mask. That felt really weird to him, and added to the bizarreness of the entire experience. Was he really going through with this? Well, he was here. He’d sprung for the membership. If he could just talk himself out of bolting in panic, he’d be fine. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gabe tapped on the bar, more out of nervous habit than trying to get service, although a drink would be a good idea. Or two. He was supposed to meet a guide here, whatever that meant. He had this image in his head of a woman in either a jungle explorer outfit or some horrible sexy-Halloween Indian costume. It wasn’t her fault she wasn’t here– he was early. That was a borderline compulsion for him. He was just glad they had a robe that fit him, such as it was. Gabe was tall, and he didn’t take it for granted anything off the rack would fit. He flicked his eyes down to his wrist, realized he didn’t have his watch, either, and stifled a sigh. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Dance Floor &amp; Open Bar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>04-04-2016, 14:16:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/BlueCatMask.jpg)<div style="display: block;" class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;" class="spoiler_header">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://56.media.tumblr.com/b34d21557f20963684fb22e804bdf4ea/tumblr_o3ywn0Tpeh1u3km9po2_1280.jpg)</div></div></div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kitty, Escort &amp; Guide (Staff)</span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> At the bar<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;">An assignment! The news had come the previous night, just before she left for home. Along with her pay slip was a redacted photocopy of the member app so that she could study it at home. There was no way for her to know who he was or where he lived. All that was still visible were the information that would be readily available to her if she checked him up on one of the club's terminal, as well as some notes from Duchesse. One didn't do this job for three years and not pick up on some behaviors.<br><br>"<em>Not an easy fit into the club. Will need guidance for the first few times. Seems uneasy with sex, generally inexperienced, even. Not a virgin by any means. Wouldn't be surprised if all he ever knew is missionary position behind closed doors.&nbsp; Give him to Kitty.</em>"<br><br>That flowing, graceful handwriting at the bottom was Duchesse's, and Kitty felt flattered that she was the one thought about to do this. To her, it proved that Duchesse thought she was doing a good enough jobs with spontaneous guiding on the floor that she could handle an assignment. The application really did not give her much indication as to what he was into, but maybe that was what Duchesse meant by how limited his experience were? Also, while this wasn't the sole purpose, it&nbsp; meant that if she did her job well and the uneasy client became a regular attendee, she would get a bonus on her pay. More money couldn't hurt.<br><br>Kitty had put on her black robe, aware that getting to the man in her usual (lack of) attire might either unsettle him or spur him on. She would rather play it safe. Dressed in a black robe and her blue cat mask so that people would easily remember her nickname, Kitty went to the spot where she was told her client would be. Gabe, most likely short for Gabriel, Kitty thought to herself but that was where her inquiry into who he was would stop. She was not paid to dig into who the clients were; in fact, it was a good way to get fired.<br><br>He was there, at the bar, the mask and number on the mask fit, but she didn't go directly to him. Like him, she had the habit of being there a couple of minutes ahead. She learned then that she would have to be ahead a bit more if she were to be there. She walked slowly, gliding in spite of being barefoot, and observed. He was nervous, uneasy, it could be told in the way that he couldn't sit still; there was always something shifting, adjusting, repeatedly twitching… Kitty reached him, offered a kind smile and her small pale hand came to cover the tapping hand. Her hand was soft and warm, and the pressure applied was minimal.<br><br>"Good evening, Gabe. I am Kitty, your guide for as long as you will need me." Kitty introduced herself. There was an accent to her words, a Russian accent, but it was light, not prominent at all. Her voice was just like her hand; soft, warm, and meant to put him at ease. She had a kind smile on her lips, but all of it was genuine. She was not forcing it at all. Her blue gaze sought to make and maintain contact with his. Kitty's robe was held closed by the belt, but she had purposefully just barely closed it, so that the plunging "V" of the sides showed the inside swell of her breasts clearly. It was a test to see if he would be curious to see more of her, if this client would require her to make herself physically available to him, or if all he required was for her to be more of a "wing man". <br><br>What she could see of him was definitely handsome. Tall, good shoulder width to waist ratio, cute face - or at least what she could see of his face - if this assignment required that she interact physically with him, it would definitely not be a hard task…</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Dance Floor &amp; Open Bar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caradoc</strong> on <strong>06-04-2016, 09:58:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/Gabemask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Gabe, #2447</span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> At the bar<br><strong>When: </strong> Friday dusk, week 1<br><strong>Who:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gabe almost jumped when the woman sat down next to him. He guessed he was even more nervous than he thought. He was surprised when she put her hand on his. Then he found himself staring at her barely concealed chest. He swore, one deep breath and the robe would fall open. He couldn’t help but admire the view.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Kitty. Right. I thought... well, never mind. I didn’t know what to expect for my guide. I, uh, I would’ve been wrong no matter what I thought. You’re gorgeous.” He didn’t quite turn red after blurting that out, but had clearly embarrassed himself. “What... um... what does a guide do?” He tried to look her in the eyes but kept staring at her chest. “I know the general idea of the club, but I don’t know a lot of details, I guess.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He swallowed. “I’m sorry I keep staring. I..” he laughed. “I don’t know where to look, I admit it.” He was still holding her hand, and he didn’t know what else to do, so left his hand in hers. “Maybe you should tell me about the club and what’s expected of me and I can stop babbling like an idiot,” Gabe added with a sel-depreciating grin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Dance Floor &amp; Open Bar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>06-04-2016, 20:10:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/BlueCatMask.jpg)<div style="display: block;" class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;" class="spoiler_header">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://56.media.tumblr.com/b34d21557f20963684fb22e804bdf4ea/tumblr_o3ywn0Tpeh1u3km9po2_1280.jpg)</div></div></div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kitty, Escort &amp; Guide (Staff)</span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> At the bar<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;">"Thank you." She said in answer to the compliment and while she did not act as if it was complete news to her, neither did she act like she was vain and took for granted that she would suit his tastes. Some people dug the blond hair, blue eyes, slender body and a bit more generous than modest curves. He could be into brunettes or more chubby woman, for all she knew. Knowing that he appreciated her body, however, made her task that much easier and put her mind at ease on a few different issues.<br><br>"You are doing just fine. Most people who come here for the first time are nervous. It took me a whole week before I gained enough confidence to do most of what my job requires. I will be what you need me to be. I am an enabler; I am here to help you settle in, grow comfortable in the environment so that you will want to come back and use your membership rights." Kitty said and she leaned toward him, knowing that the dress would loosen around her neck and show a bit more of her breasts, which seemed to catch his gaze. "I can be your wingman for a time and help you find partners. I can be your partner for a time,&nbsp; if you want to try what the site has to offer without the burden of finding a willing partner. If you have a particular fantasy or feel that you need more practice, to learn new things…"<br><br>"And you can stare all you want, Gabe. Those who do not want to be seen, hide. Everything that is out in the open is available to your eyes." As if to&nbsp; prove her point, her eyes flickered to a couple getting into a rather heated frenzy against the wall of the room. It was obvious by the way the woman was hooking her legs around the man's waist that there would be intercourse happening very soon. "So here is what is expected of you. Make use of your time with me, and don't be afraid to speak to me. I am not judgmental. Most who come here are looking to be able to let loose, have sex in public, try to broaden their horizon and try to live their fantasy. What would be your goal?"</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Dance Floor &amp; Open Bar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caradoc</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 23:11:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/Gabemask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Gabe, #2447</span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> At the bar<br><strong>When: </strong> Friday dusk, week 1<br><strong>Who:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gabe was feeling more and more out of his depth as this conversation went on. “My partner? Like... helping me learn how this place works? Or...” he voice lowered a bit and he flushed red a bit but kept going, “like take you to bed?” He didn’t even try to keep his eyes up anymore after what she said, enjoying the reveal of more and more of her breasts. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Wingman?” he let that idea roam through his head. She was going to help him get other women here? He had thought he was ready to come here, but was starting to really wonder. He followed the direction of her gaze and saw the couple wrapped around each other against the wall. If she looked at Gabe’s face, she might see a bit more embarrassment, but there was also hunger, and a desire to see more. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“My goal...” Gabe was a businessman. He was good at what he did. Goals, he understood. He swallowed nervously, nodded.<em> C’mon</em>, he thought to himself. <em>If you can’t even say any of this, do you really think you’re going to be able to do it? </em>“I’m not a virgin or anything. But it’s all been kind of...normal? Does that make sense? I want to see more. I want to do more.” He licked his lips. “I want to see everything this place has to offer.” He smiled nervously at her, but he had momentum and wasn’t going to stop now. “Everything you have to offer if I understood you right. And... I really want to try a threesome, to be with two women at once. Does that happen here? Is that something you can help me with?” Gabe felt horribly embarassed and exposed, but also a slight feeling of relief. He’d manage to get it out. Whatever happened next, he felt like he’d gotten over a hurdle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Dance Floor &amp; Open Bar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>08-04-2016, 08:09:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/BlueCatMask.jpg)<div style="display: block;" class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;" class="spoiler_header">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://56.media.tumblr.com/b34d21557f20963684fb22e804bdf4ea/tumblr_o3ywn0Tpeh1u3km9po2_1280.jpg)</div></div></div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kitty, Escort &amp; Guide (Staff)</span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> At the bar<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;">"There doesn't even have to be a bed involved." She answered and her smile took on a mischievous edge. "There are lounging chairs outside. There's a place with a home theater and a pit filled with cushions. It's really good to get creative, position-wise… But yes, I did mean partner as in I am completely available if you want to have sex with me. So if there is something you want to try with me specifically, or if you see a couple doing something that you would like to do, just let me know. If it is something that I would not do, I will try to help you find someone who can help." He was quite handsome, her desire to do so would not be completely professional for sure.<br><br>Catching onto the fact that his eyes remained consistently under chin-level, Kitty's hands went to the belt of her robe and she pulled gently onto the ends to loosen&nbsp; the loop and undo it completely. The robe slipped from her crossed legs and opened slightly more over the inside swell of her breast. He could not see her perfectly groomed lips, or a full breast yet unless he reached out and opened the robe himself, but there was a hint of color as one side revealed the edge of her areola.<br><br>"I can help you break the ice, get to know a few people here. It becomes easier when there are a&nbsp; few familiar… Masks around. " Recurring partners sometimes happened. People grew familiar with one another and then it just happened.&nbsp; She had listened to his goal and nodded her head in answer. "I normally don't interact with another woman, unless there is a man involved. So if we find a woman who seems to have a chemistry with both of us, then we can certainly give it a go. There's also a room, in the back, where it is basically free for all, the 'orgy room' but I am not sure you are ready for -that- just yet."&nbsp; Kitty said and her hand went to his knee, curving inside his leg and slowly climbing up to give him every opportunity to stop her.</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Caradoc</strong> on <strong>08-04-2016, 23:10:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/Gabemask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Gabe, #2447</span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> At the bar<br><strong>When: </strong> Friday dusk, week 1<br><strong>Who:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gabe was sure his jaw was dropping open and he was staring. He dimly wondered if this was what it was like to have a stroke. ‘<em>If he’d <strong>want</strong> to have sex with </em><em>Kitty?’</em> Any man he knew would, and probably some women. He listened to her list off some options, but it was her smile after ‘not needing a bed’ that had his pulse racing.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His eyes dropped again as she adjusted her robe. He knew she was doing this on purpose, to entice him more. And it was working. How she was managing to show so much of her breast but still have the robe technically covering her, he had no idea. He licked his lips without realizing it, imagining his tongue where his eyes were focused on her chest. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her telling him that she could help him find another woman was what pushed him over the edge. That was something he’d daydreamed about, probably like most men. He felt her hand on his leg and desire gave him the courage he usually didn’t have with women. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gabe leaned in and kissed her, wondering briefly if that was allowed and resolving to ask before he did anything like that again. His voice was hoarse and he was practically shaking. “Let’s go see that pile of cushions,” he managed to get the words out. He wondered if anyone else would be in there, or if it was a different type of theater and they’d be recorded. At the moment, he didn’t care. He wanted Kitty, he wanted to get that robe off her, and he was tired of waiting and being afraid. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Dance Floor &amp; Open Bar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>09-04-2016, 06:42:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/BlueCatMask.jpg)<div style="display: block;" class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;" class="spoiler_header">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://56.media.tumblr.com/b34d21557f20963684fb22e804bdf4ea/tumblr_o3ywn0Tpeh1u3km9po2_1280.jpg)</div></div></div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">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&nbsp; 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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Dance Floor &amp; Open Bar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caradoc</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 13:11:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/Gabemask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Gabe, #2447</span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> At the bar<br><strong>When: </strong> Friday dusk, week 1<br><strong>Who:</strong> Kitty<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gabe nodded as Kitty started to explain where the theater room was, with the pillow pit she’d mentioned. Then his eyes nearly popped out of his head when she stood up and casually slid her robe off. Her body was everything the robe had hinted at. She was absolutely gorgeous. He briefly toyed with the idea of taking his off, too, but decided he wasn’t ready for that. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He began walking with her. It was hard to just casually wander along next to a gorgeous naked woman, but he was trying. He could tell he had a lot to learn. He wondered if there was anyone in this theater, and felt a small thrill at the thought there might be. Maybe this place was rubbing off on him already. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He took her hand as they walked but then almost tripped over nothing at all when she started asking him questions and giving examples. He was sure he was turning red again, and was getting annoyed at himself for doing that so much. “Well, uh... you know. Missionary, yes, I’ve done that. Tasted... if you mean what I think you do, I’ve done that, too.” He shrugged and managed something of a smile. “I’m not a virgin or anything, I just... want to do more.” Gabe followed her out into the hallway, making himself not actually run and drag her with him. He couldn’t believe where this was going and really wanted to get there before something happened or he woke up from this dream or whatever. 
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