Thread: Inside Boulevard 9 [DamonHuntington x Love]

Whoa... Chip expressed bewilderment to Demetrius. He stumbled his stance when his hair had been snagged and pulled like a leash, only to be snarled at and humiliated. Both his hands outstretched by his sides with palms up in a dramatic show to point out that he hadn't touched the customer. Hey, hey... Chip pleaded, and then sucked in some sharp air when Demetrius caught his chest with a nail. Chip backed away quickly, no need to tell me twice man,.. he shook his head and skipped away dismissed and reeling in shattered pride. It was nothing but a trivial disagreement. The occurrence was witnessed by few, and Boulevard 9 continued bathing in sin without skipping a heartbeat. Elaine would have snickered, knowing Chip would be pouting for hours, but she deemed it unladylike. The stranger of interest was not easily charmed. He had standards, and Elaine could relate. Not that she cared, but it served to judge his personality by far. As he downed his wine Elaine shifted her gaze away. It had been decided she would invite him to booth 2. Yet, no... he would just invite himself, she quickly learned. Like a bull, she thought...a cocky bull with an easy stride. No one challenged him or tried to stop him. This is because Elaine never gave the discreet hand signal to do so. It perturbed her that he was taking this decision from her, but she would milk it gracefully, and masquerade the occurrence to spectators as a planned meeting. She needed, and wanted, to always appear in control. He welcomed himself into her privacy, and oddly enough, Elaine did feel a small tug of weakness upon her resolve. Just for a brief instant, she was drawn to him, and she felt like she was privilaged to be in his presence. It too made the rest of the night's activities, however dull and repetitive, glow like they had been gifted promises. She shook that off though, watched him take a seat, and listened intently to what he had to say beneath the raised slant of a single eyebrow. Cockiness came in many sizes, and boy was his large! Elaine concluded that he didn't know who she was. He couldn't have, or he wouldn't have been so bold with assurances - as if her booth was open to anyone! A bright smile stretched over her pretty features because she found him, honestly, ignorantly amusing. He spoke about a blowjob. It was the assumption on her part, because what else could he be poking about in a place like this under such choices of words? Her right arm rested atop the table just inches from her wine glass, slender and feminine. The nail of her pointer finger tapped the glossy finish of the table while she studied him and his package. He stroked her competitive spirit. He provoked her to try and meet his expectations for a satisfactory blowjob, and she regarded this in the silence of a few seconds before replying back to him in a matter-of-fact tone, That's funny, because I had been wondering the same about you - if you deserved my time or not. She slipped herself off the booth and stood up. With a well-practiced wiggle and the assistance of her palms she had straightened the bottom of her dress back down her legs from where it had rode up. The red velvet hugged her curves deliciously. It was an off-the-shoulder style, laying nude the smoothness of her shoulders, collarbone, and neck. Her golden hair was shiny and silky long enough to rest against her shoulder blades. Three steps took her to the curtain of the room just in time to meet a waitress who was entering with a bottle of wine and clean glass. Elaine took both from the girl while sneaking a glance towards those three men who waited their turn to speak with her. Even from across the room she could see their annoyance at being made to wait. It pleased her, and she dismissed the waitress, drawing the curtain shut from those prying eyes. Now in the privacy of the heavy curtain, Elaine walked to where Demetrius had made his seat. She should have been angry and put off at the service he thought she provided, but she wasnt. Aside from the pleasure of eating time, there was another carnal pleasure hovering over this strange and confident man that pulled her to him like a magnet. Closing the distance between them, she realized how badly she wanted him. She wanted to suck him. It had been so long, she couldn't remember when. But Elaine wasn't going to just throw herself at him like easy meat. She needed an upper hand. She needed to be in control, even if she was going down to her knees. She stopped and stood right before him allowing her blues to meet his intense chocolate browns, slightly leaned over at the waist, and sat the empty glass down on a side table within his reach. She then popped the cork, tilted the bottle, and poured him a new glass of wine. What's in it for me? She inquired, setting the bottle down gently. Seductively, she moved even closer to Demetrius, to the degree of her creamy knee ending up between his parted ones. She leaned further to quietly speak into his ear, bending at the waist and laying a gentle hand on his leg just below the bulge in his pants. I am not like your others, she assured him. Her voice purred like a jaguar, Nothing of quality is for free, and this kind of quality is hard to tag. Her lips moved away from his ear and she looked again into his eyes. Her fingers trailed dangerously close to his bulge, deliberately. You are unaware of who I am. Show me what you've got, and I will finally decide if you are worth my time. It would be disappointing to you to learn that your pride messed up this rare chance, as it has twice already tonight. Pay up, and I may allow you a taste of that worthiness you seek.