Thread: Curious Little Pet //Curious and Dont//

Another night, another couple, another routine act. So many of those who stepped through the club knew exactly what they wanted and just how they wanted it to happen. Some times there was a chance of having a new request to shake up the mix, but each person who approached this particular woman was sent in her direction for a reason. Melissa's angelic appearance began at her head and worked its way all the way down to her feet. Her platinum blonde hair cascaded peacefully down over her shoulders, framing her slender face with practised ease. Her bangs were angled just enough across her forehead to give them a wind-swept look, falling to the right of her dark brown eyebrows. The rest of her silky hair hung loosely down her back, falling to rest calmly on her D-cup breasts. Her make-up painted skin had a special glow to it while her dark plum lipstick gave her a mischievous hint, frightening those of weak spirit away from her. A thigh-high dress made of white leather hugged her hourglass figure, leaving a pleasing look to the eye of all those who look her direction. Its halter-style top left a good portion of her back exposed to the club, creating a low cut front, tied together with what looked to be nothing more than a shoe string. That was highly doubtful, given the overall look of the club, but anything was possible. Her bare, sun kissed legs were perfectly sculpted to perfection, thanks to what had to be a rigorous exercise routine or some sort of black magic. Matching white round-toed pumps sat contently on her feet giving her enough height to push her up enough to be a threat to most of the men in the club. Typically Melissa stood no taller than 5'6, but the heels gave her another three inches. Not that she needed the height difference to strike fear into men's hearts, but it certainly helped. For the most part, Melissa remained on one of the raised sections of the club, resting against a couch or two with someone sitting at her feet, but tonight she had the desire to wander. Partly to avoid getting stuck with someone for the night, but something in her gut told her it would be better to take a walk around and see the sights of the club. Each night, the scene seemed to change. It may have just been slightly, but each time she took a walk, there seemed to be another theme of the patrons, if the club meant to or not. They had a wonderful marketing strategy, but some times things happened without the owner meaning to. Most of the patrons that night looked to be familiar faces dragging around another friend whom she had never seen before. But then again, there were a few that looked to be on their own. One red head in particular looked to stand out from the rest. Not because he was wearing clothing in general, but because of what he was wearing. It was strange for her to see someone that looked like he did, but as soon as her frosted blue eyes got a look at his face, everything was silently answered. This man was completely new to not only the club but the scene in general. Melissa couldn't help but allow a smirk to cross her lips. She loved being able to sink her painted teal nails into the newbies. The looks on their faces when they receive their first order, or when they discuss their fantasies was well worth not getting exactly what she wanted the first time. It gave Melissa a chance to bring them up as she wanted, after all. More often than not, she would let them sit and wait, lingering in the distance until they approached her, but this one was a bit different and the blonde wanted nothing more than to approach him first. Wasting no time at all, she made her way over to the bar and slid up to the newly opened space beside Russ. Buy me a drink? It wasn't so much a question as a command with a slight raise of her voice. Melissa leaned her bare arms on the bar's counter, decorated eyes batting once as she focused on Russ. Screaming orgasm. If you don't mind. No use getting drunk while on the job, but alcohol was always a good way to loosen anyone up.