Thread: The Emerald Estate (GrinningGentleman x Poppy)

Emma pressed her lips together, sighing softly as the wandering fingers continued their dance across her panties. Finding their sweet spot, caused Emma's cheeks to catch a most gentle flush, as if embarrassed that she was so easily excited. But there where no embarrassment in Emma's eyes, because she truly felt none. She wasn't this easy. -This- was all Vivian. She clearly knew how to handle a woman, while the aspect of such a volatile personality between her legs, was the most accelerating to her. It reminded her of her brother. Getting the angry Martin between your legs, was like running head first into a forest fire. Emma loved forest fires... Emma's body arched against Vivian's, as they pressed close against each other, at this point basically spreading her legs for the few people who'd stopped their wandering through the club, to gaze upon the lewdness. What exactly happened down there, no one could really see, but people probably got the idea, watching Emma's body motion, as she bit down on her lower lip. Vivian's comment made Emma pant softly, as the dancing fingers stroked across her trimmed, gentle, pristine carpet. There weren't much, but the little there was, was clearly cared for, and made presentable. Possibly even inviting, to the wet lips bellow. Emma Panted, keeping herself close to Vivian's ear, so she could feel every warm huff of breath caress her. F.. Fifteen.. On my birthday... Legal age, where we come from.. Nnh.. Quite a fat stack, as well.. Don't know.. If he considered my burning, bleeding crotch, or the stack of money my birthday gift, but.. I took both happily... Emma continued, inviting Vivian to know almost everything. A lot of people had considered Emma a pushover, in the past. Easy to get information out of. But, in truth, she wasn't. She just didn't mind sharing information about herself. She'd never spill a big secret about her brother, that would damage either his reputation, or his business. Emma's arms wrapped around Vivian's neck, as Emma exhaled in a deep, hoarse moan, just as Haley sang a long, high tune to the upbeat song currently on. This caused Emma to smile widely, giggling a few times, as her legs twitched. Her toes was curling in the emerald high heels, pressing against the soft soles bellow them. And at the mention of her brother, Emma sighed softly with excitement, and a wide grin on her lips. She wanted to answer, but the curling motion of the finger inside of her, caused her to squirm a bit in her seat, and gasp out a sweet squick instead, her body shivering. But, she nodded her head slightly. He weren't the first.. Pulled the first's eyes out. Not a big l.. Loss, really. Nngh.. But my brother, f.. Fuhuck yes.. She gasped, as the finger twirled a bit again, then exiting her, leaving her panting, clearly for more. She gulped lightly, as Vivian continued, gasping even louder as two fingers was pushed inside of her, causing her to sport her nails against Vivian's back, having curled into her fur coat, now digging gently into the soft skin of the blonde. At the 'threat' of marks, Emma panted softly with a snicker, and a wide grin, as she leaned back from Vivian a bit, her emerald, sparking eyes looking into the blondes. Lust had masked over the professional look of the Hostess at this point. She panted a bit again, her abdomen still moving gently against the fingers, even as she reached towards her glass. I know when to strike people, at the right time, to get what I want.. My brother.. Is the easiest one. She commented, not pulling away from Vivian, nor picking up the glass. She dipped her finger into the red wine, layered on top of the whiskey, pulling out her wet finger. She looked back to Vivian with a lustfully playful expression, as she placed her finger on her throat, causing the liquid stuck to her finger, to stroke down her soft skin. The liquid was clearly constrained in it's travel, by something on the skin. But when it finally pulled through, the liquid had the same color as Emma's skin, while the trail it left behind, gave hints of a bruise on her neck. Emma shivered lightly at the cold liquid, before pulling close to Vivian, stroking her right hand up the blonde's back, while her left stroked down the arm playing with her. He was furious with a costumer. I happened to walk into his office, at the wr... Right time. Just that right moment, and he's a fucking animal... He nearly choked me unconscious, as he fucked my ass for the first time.. Hurt like hell, but felt.. So fucking good. And after walking that off, I wen't back to work, powdering up the evidence.. She explained the happy memory of yesterday's morning, as her left hand started trying to pull Vivian's fingers out of her, and hand away, turning as if she was about to leave, but her eyes clearly inviting Vivian to follow. However, her hand was still on Vivian's back, even as Emma was almost ready to walk. Her eyes sparked with a deviously lustful grin. I don't mind a mark! The last word in her sentence was almost hissed, as her nails scratched a few inches down Vivian's back, the little red haired vixen testing Vivian's volatility once again, clearly wanting more then just the spark she'd already flared. This wasn't particularly practical, nor was it a part of her brother's plan. This, was all Emma. A win-win situation for her. She'd get her rocks off now, possibly even getting Vivian a bit riled up for the meeting with her brother. Something he wanted. While also earning herself her brother's wrath. Something -she- wanted. Just as she scratched Vivian, Emma took a few quick steps back, without taking her lustful, inviting eyes off of Vivian, before twirling around, and setting into a run through the crowd, hoping to hell Vivian followed. Should Vivian follow, she'd see Emma twirl, and twist through the crowd, only pushing a few people on the way, as she looked over her shoulder every few seconds, those emerald eyes grinning as lustfully as her lips did. Ultimately, Emma rushed into a circular booth, near the edges of the first floor. The booth was open, and with glass reaching up to the ceiling from the circular bench, with soft emerald cushions. This glass, however, was blurred, and not fully see through. In the middle of the circular booth, was a circular table, a few drinks and bottles linned up on it. Also inside, was two couples, sitting close together, kissing each their partners. All interrupted, however, when the red haired vixen rushed into the booth, looking outside it, to see if Vivian was keeping up, panting like hell. Get the fuck out... Booth reserved! Emma sneered with a grin, not taking her eyes off of the crowd, looking for Vivian, as she leaned against the circular table, knocking a glass down in the process, causing it to smash against the floor, without breaking. Emma didn't care to pick it up, neither did the young couples, soon trying to all huff out of the booth, as they where ordered. Everyone knew Emma Hansen. And no one was going to get on the boss' little sister's bad side.