Thread: Tombstone Endures(tidal station ~ Daddeo)

Allen's eyes moved from the mirror to the door once he heard it beginning to open, the man almost forgetting where he was. This of course lasted only seconds as two rather attractive ladies made their way into the room. And not just with a whiskey bottle but two even, that alone had the man smiling, and the way the two sauntered in had Allen smirking like some child who had gotten some candy or a new toy. His eyes followed the stunning blonde as she made her way over to the bedside table, watching through the mirror until the other woman came up to him and steal way his attention. And good for her, because if Allen had watched one of them start to strip then he would probably have a hard time carrying a conversation. This second woman knew how to talk to a man, not just with words but with her actions. The way she lightly grabbed his right wrist with her fingers, the subtle press of her body to his so he could smell her unique scent of cinnamon and black pepper. The way she spoke or emphasized the words 'long way'. Each and every stimulation hitting Allen with unparrallel delight, how could he even considered not coming here tonight? It would have been an utter waste of one's life to miss out on such treasures as these two fine women. And speaking of which now that the blonde returned in nothing more then a skimpy girdle meant to do nothing more then accentuate her body and hold up some undergarments, Allen could start to indulge in his little rewards. Rewards for what, well, that could be worked out later. Whiskey was waiting after all. Well Jacqueline and Maris, I must admit it is an honor and privilege to be graced with such company as yourselves. Allen stated as he looked to Jacqueline, turning his head from the mirror to see the red head next to him still looking up at him, only inches from his turned face since she seemed so adamant to whisper her questions into his ear. That seductive tone in her voice only keeping Allen more and more interested in her even with Maris and her lack of clothing. Where I came from isn't important, I dare say where I am going is. Allen said, and as he did he would reach up to the back of Jacqueline's head. May I? Allen asked, giving the softest tug to the bow that was holding her hair up. When he got the approval he would softly pull till Jacqueline's gorgeous red curls came crashing down, immediately changing her look to a much more poised and almost feral one. Before we continue I have to stop being so rude, it is a pleasure ladies my name is Allen. And with that he would turn his right hand over, moving it to grab hold of Jacqueline's before bringing the back of her hand up to his face so he could kiss it. And of course with Maris now with them he would turn to do the same, first taking his shot from her before kissing her hand in a similar fashion. Sure, Allen was probably going over board a little. The formal speech, the flirtatious demeanor. He had paid after all to get his dick wet, there was no need for such formalities or finesse.... But Allen couldn't help it, he had been with his fair share of ladies and nothing made a woman happier then to be treated like she was high class, like she meant something. And maybe he was edging his bets by using such tactics against whores that took it up the ass for a living, but he had to admit the adoring stares and seductive moans were that much sweeter when there was something more then just money behind them. To a wonderful night. Allen toasted, taking the first shot of whiskey. Pardon me though you caught me right in the middle of getting ready. Perhaps one of you fine ladies, or heaven forbid both of you might help me follow in Ms. Maris's foot steps? Allen asked, smirking as he looked back to the blonde who despite her age looked to be the youngest. Naughty thoughts already brewing in the man's mind about what fun the three of them would have.