Thread: Paradise Isle  (Fades & Good Girls)

Oh, sweetheart, Madelaine let her eyes go shut for just a moment when his warm grip took hold of her wrist and her own took hold of the proffered microphone, unable to see him at her back but nonetheless knowing each inch of his slide around her. Emilia and Ariana may not have been quite ready for his tactile mannerism of approach, but she had all but been counting on it. She didn't tense or flinch, or even unnecessarily lean into his touch with the idea that where his palm first found itself against cool flesh would be its final resting place. She was instead a posing work of art, letting him linger and touch without explicit invitation to continue, allowing him his pleasure and his fill for the current display. But that didn't keep her bright smile at bay, and for all the scheming and tight-lipped looks her most popular character may have indulged in, Madelaine herself was quite proud of her dental work. Her expression was one of glee-not-quite-giddy, just oh so very happy to be where she was. I think it would be a little condescending to give someone something I have no further need of and pretend it was a prize. She turned her head, just so, in feeling his breath on the right side of her neck. She followed his fingers even just before they reached her chin. Alright, Ariana murmured, managing to make a perfectly innocent word of agreement sound a little more something like bitch. while she nudged her slightly oversized glasses against the bridge of her nose and then resumed her proud posing. Toys do come with all their accessories though. The good ones. The really good ones, she breathed up before their positioning had come to a rest, her deeply red lips just a sweet tilt away from the natural pink of his own. Her free hand was not shy about looping up beneath his arm, cradling against his shoulder, and digging her nails into his clothing just a bit so that the pair of them could be all more securely nestled together while she met his kiss in kind. Firm. Lingering. Exploratory and eager without forgetting that they might need to stop at any second. Not in the least bit shy go figure about grabbing one last one when he decided that it would be the last one, no more so than she had been shy about tucking her other arm up until her slightly too-slender bicep failed to do much about concealing the way her pale pink nipples had responded to the cold, the kissing, or both in turn. That was less about her modest though than it was about gently flicking on the microphone just in time to catch his private sentiments and broadcast them out to those gathered. Her artfully arched eyebrows were high above her teased out lashes, fluttering in an instant of innocence that had no smattering of the mischief her predecesister had indulged in. Beneath every great man there are no less than three great women, Mr. Tremonti, she responded to him without quite letting him escape the clutch of her hand around his shoulder, not until she had given it a lingering squeeze of contentment with the brief time they'd been able to spend here and now. So I am only going to borrow this stage, for just a minute, she promised while they parted ways, he back and she forth. I know you were all wondering what he kept whispering up here, she said, her lips just a little too close to the mic but not quite making it go hot as she one-handed it in her impeccably balanced strut to the center of it all. Imagine how I felt back there. The admission that she had been curious just what little things were said to Emilia and Ariana were not her sole reason for the little secret of a hot mic following up their hot kiss. She took two more steps forward, putting her close to the other two slaves kneeling at the front of the stage. I'm not the kind of girl who likes secrets very much, I suppose. I prefer to put it all out there. Surpriiiise, she trilled with a little jazz hand and grinning sarcasm to accompany the brief settling of her kinetic poetry of red and white in motion. One foot in front of the other, she practically posed to best show off the flex of gentle muscle in her thigh before she took advantage of where she was to even better show off said balance, leaning forward at the waist with nary a wiggle or slide to suggest she might have gone tumbling tits over teakettle. For Jeffrey's vantage point, the poster for Secretary got an amateur remake. For everyone else, they got a brief murmuring to accompany the suddenly held breath as the fiery young woman tossed her hair back over her shoulders with a flourish upon standing again, and then with her mic in one hand, she all too casually swung around the finishing touch with the other by its elegant handle. It might not have been as hot as it had been just out of the flames, but it was nonetheless still glowing with its retained promise. Certainly still hot enough to burn someone if they weren't careful with exactly where and against what they were pointing it. And if their benefactor's heart might well have leapt into his throat at the thought that his prior claiming might also receive an amateur remake as the bold former actress proved she was not here to wait for any part of the process, then it was matched by the excitement of those beyond the lights in how each girl seemed to be shaking things up just a bit. Madelaine was careful with la touche finale even if she didn't appear to be. So I wish I had something profound to say, or something personal to give you, or a hot new album to drop, but I don't, she explained unapologetically. I spent much of my childhood wanting to be an actress, and so I became an actress. And I spent much of the past several weeks thinking about how incredibly hot it would be to be a rich man's happy little fucktoy, she said, each sentence holding the same cadence such that when she swung the branding iron out toward the audience to indicate that they could fill in the blanks she almost expected at least one of them to parrot back so you became a happy little fucktoy! Her pout of disappointment was incredibly brief. She swung the iron up like a baseball bat, letting the cool metal handle rest against her unmarked skin on her shoulder. I bet everyone gets that, right? Where you just .. can't get something out of your head? Or someone? she asked, now turning at the hip and rather blatantly looking over her shoulder at Jeffrey. Her nose wrinkled minutely, looking genuinely chagrined. I kinda had to break up with my boyfriend over this, actually. I've got a scheduled post going up on my insta if any ladies out there want his deets. He's a really good guy, she promised conversationally, swinging the iron back down with an alarming speed to leave it almost horizontal like a fencing foil. But for those of you who don't know me, I'm not just some shameless slut, she tutted, though she briefly looked down at her own all-but-naked body with a flicker of her eyelashes and then a peek from underneath them to the unseen crowd in a mea culpa that maybe that was a little bit of a fib. I'm also a liberal elite vegan, so if I wasn't white, Fox News would already have at least an hour a day dedicated to hating on me. She winked and clicked her teeth, making a finger gun alongside the microphone out into the crowd whether she had any idea where anyone from Fox was or not. And it's because of all my tree hugging, no bra wearing, she said with a little flourish of her hand when bringing the microphone back to herself that lifted and dropped her right breast for just a little jiggle of emphasis, hippie-dippy ways that I've sold myself today alongside my board position with the Environmental Media Association. The big problem with wealth and corporations consolidating so much power into the hands of the few isn't that one man can get the prestige, the power, and the devilish good looks necessary to ravage the most beautiful women in the world any and every time he wants, I mean, that doesn't sound like a problem to me, does it sound like one to you? she asked in a little bit of trumped up astonishment that anyone could be opposed to that idea, pointedly looking at Emilia and Ariana's backs before peeking wide-eyed at Jeffrey to see if Mr. Tremonti had any problems with that particular aspect of capitalism, but rather that those few aren't always using their money how they should. So , she said, spinning around on her heels and briefly thuunk dropping the heavy branding portion of the iron down against the hardwood stage as though she were leaning on a cane, but just as quickly lifting it back up in a vertical throw that let her catch it by the mid-section -- give her a cane, a tophat, and some fishnets and she probably would have put on a whole damn show, the way she couldn't seem to keep her hands still -- while she sauntered with a series of elegant taps following in her wake back toward her new owner. My net worth is a down payment, but if you'll see fit to indulge my other contribution, my seat at the board belonging now to Innovation Inc. means that your company can use some of those obscene profits to clean things up for everyone else, she said, holding her arm out and happily offering him the walnut handle while very careful to keep her elbow clear of the still sizzling hot branding end. Save the Earth, ride a redhead, she said into the microphone with a gleaming smile just for him.