Thread: Mistress Hadara's Deep, Dark Dungeon (Devilla Roche x Chained Wings)

Devilla-Roche said Hadara had walked into the strip club strutted slowly even, in her long fur coat...she was wearing her chinchilla fur coat, so the black, gray, and white hues of the fur certainly was an attention getter even in a place like this...she also had on her matching hat and muff...hidden by her dark sunglasses, she took a seat in a corner booth...ordered her double martini and sat and watched what was going on...she waited for Saphira to come on... Watching Saphira dance from pole to pole made Hadara smile inside...she loved the girl's size, quite voluptuous, with large breasts, hardly contained by her bra...so curvaceous, having a little extra weight on her hips, derriere, and thighs...yes, this did not bother her at all...Hadara also enjoyed watching the girl's long brunette mane sway back and forth as she dance around the pole....the high heels propped up Saphira's body very well, and even for her size, she still exuded a very sexy, even somewhat of an athletic body... And so, Hadara sat there and took a sip here and there and watched....she could see Saphira noticed her and that was good...Hadara wanted Saphira to notice her...but, by the time the girl finished her time slot on the stage, Hadara was gone and waited in the town car outside....it was a bit nippy out, as the temperature was a bit cold, and there were a few flurries in the air.... Hadara waited to see Saphira when she got off her shift... Click to expand... Saphira walked out the front door, sighing. Another day of prancing around naked. Should I find another job? she thought, not sure just what to do. She closed her black fleece peacoat, which fit her semi-athletic frame very nicely, but had a slight amount of trouble covering her larger breasts, the dark color contrasting with her light skin. She took a quick look around the street and the. Began to walk home, winding her black-and-white striped scarf around her neck, leaving the ends hanging to the front and back over her right shoulder. She did not have a hat, as she hated covering her hair, but now she wished for one. It was then she remembered that there had been a woman in the strip club. She had also had a hat, which had matched her muff and fur coat. Saphira had noticed a decidedly commanding air about her, and that she had been paying a lot of attention to her alone. Saphira had wanted to talk to her when her shift was over, but she forgot. And, thinking back, she didn't remember seeing her when she was leaving. She sighed, her breath puffing into the air as small clouds. Let's go home... She thought to herself. As she walked, she recalled why she even had that apartment in the first place. Her grandfather had died years ago. Saphira still felt a twinge of pain hearing or seeing his name. For a number of years, he had worked his way up in his company until he was CEO. He had lived in this very city. In that very apartment. When he died, most of the money was distributed to the rest of her family. But he had left her the apartment and all of it's contents. Saphira was very grateful. But as she was only given the apartment, she needed to be able to have the money to live there. Her grandfather had also taught her a few things about the stock market, saying that The stocks were my first fortune!. Saphira did okay, not becoming a millionare but not starving, either. Then suddenly she hit a rough patch. Most of the stocks she had invested in suddenly jumped down. The first think she did that day was go out and look for a job. She wasn't picky, she would do what she had to to survive. But that didn't stop her from driving past the sleazy strip club with a neon 'hiring' sign. She did it again again until the place seemed to be the only one hiring. She sighed and pulled up. At least it's close to home so I can walk. And it's not a whorehouse. Just me allowing men to look at and grope my naked body. And I guess women, now. she thought, thinking about the woman. Saphira knew she was bisexual, so doing it for a woman wouldn't bother her all that much. It would bother her less, actually.