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Post by beth on Jul 18, 2009 5:56:24 GMT
 ------------------ This was a bad idea. A very bad idea. Even though he lived alone, Alexandre still felt exposed here. He did not know why he had chosen to bring an escort with him to a club tonight. Maybe because his friends always laughed at him for being alone while they always had girls on their arms. It wouldn't be untrue to say that he wasn't quite a ladies man; he had never had a girl agree to come with him anywhere. Luckily, this escort did not tell his friends that she was what she was and he had ended up enjoying himself with her while out. He had taken her to dinner and sat with her for a show at the club and now he supposed he would have to. . . complete the transaction. He was nervous, there was no doubt about that. But he had hired her. What if she wanted what might happen? He didn't think she would care either way but, well, that what if was still in his mind. Besides, it would be good for him to find out what it was like, being with a woman, even though she had been hired to do this sort of thing, most likely with a number of other men. He still did not know how to bring it up, though, so he closed the door behind him and looked at her. "So. . . Darcy," he began, not sure how to finish his sentence and ask her what he wanted without looking too much like a fool. This night had been comfortable to him up until now but he knew he would be so much happier with himself if he let this woman get closer to him. He just had to keep that mind. That and the determination not to look nervous at all. [ooc: awkward beginning post ftw] |
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Post by cassie on Jul 21, 2009 9:13:14 GMT
When she'd turned up at the start of the evening she couldn't say she hadn't been surprised with the site of the Mr. Alexandre Chevalier that she'd been told about. Before every client she's told a little about them so she know what to expect but this was a bit of a shock for her. She'd never had such a young client, or someone so nervous. It was a strange experience for her to go out with a boy who looked like he could be her son, or at least her nephew to cool Aunt Darcy. She'd given him the benifit of the doubt though and kept her normal level of decorum during their night out. She couldn't fault that either. He had been more the generous with their evening out. During the call of duty she'd seen all types of evenings play out, and very few of them had been as genuinely interesting as this one. However, now they'd reached the end of the night, ineresting wasn't really the word she'd use to describe it.
Standing the middle of his room it was obvious more than ever that this was a teenage boy and not one of the mature clients she usually delt with. Now, that had it's advantages of course when it came to having a toned, young body against her skin rather than the sagging old skin of Mr. Austen or her other highest payer, Mr. Flagg. Yet, she knew it also meant that she would be left to take charge and she'd never really been all that good at doing so. It wasn't really her style. She was more the passive little French girl in most situations, but with someone younger than her it felt wrong to try and play that part.
Turning around to face him she smiled a little as he tried to start conversation. He'd been able to do it all night with an easy fluidity but now they were alone in his room the game seemed to have changed. Unbuttoning her coat she slipped it off of her shoulders and placed it onto the bed carefully before stepping closer to him. "So... Alex." She grinned, stopping in front of him. Placing her hands against his chest she tried to use her calmest voice in the hope to make him feel more at ease. "Thank you for the lovely evening." She complimented him with honesty. She really was thankful to have time with someone at least a little closer to her age.
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Post by beth on Jul 23, 2009 7:53:50 GMT
------------------ Alexandre knew full well that he would be one of the call girl's younger clients. He was barely out of his teens, at a time when women should have come flocking to him. However, that had obviously not happened. He did not know why, either. It wasn't a vanity thing; he knew there were men out there who were more handsome than he was and he knew he didn't always have charm when it came to romantic situations, or even flirting. This woman, however, Darcy, she had made him comfortable enough to be able to talk normally through most of the night, and he didn't know if it was because she was used to bringing men out of their shells or if she was just a casual person who anyone could talk to. He couldn't dwell on that for the moment, not when they were both locked in his bedroom and she was obviously getting ready for possibly the most awkward period of the night. She might laugh at him, that thought came to him again, but he tried to steel himself, to not appear nervous. It wasn't working, and Darcy could tell. His lack of charismatic speech probably tipped her off. He licked his lips when she rested her hands on his chest for a moment, trying to ignore the fact that she had taken her coat off and this time he was supposed to look at her as more than a date. And he was, definitely, but at the same time felt a little guilty about it. He did not want to turn her from escort to sex object. Her compliment served to ease him a little and he smiled a bit, resting a hand carefully on her waist. "Only the best . . . I mean, you deserve a lovely evening. You are a lovely person." He almost killed himself replaying what he had said in his mind, but he couldn't take it back. Not that it would matter, seeing as she saw through him already. |
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Post by cassie on Jul 25, 2009 10:37:06 GMT
The nervousness was written all over his face as she stood in front of him, as if his awkward attempt at conversation hadn't already told her that. She knew a lot about how to deal with nerves, she'd seem many a man fall down at the final hurdle because of the. There were many evenings that could have ended differently because men were too nervous to ask for what they wanted, but that didn't seem to be Alex's case since he'd already taken the initiative to lock her in a room with him. It had to be something else and she couldn't quite work out what it was. Sure, it could be the obvious choice of being nervous for the fact that you were with someone whose job it was to do this, but most men enjoyed that knowledge rather than feared it. At least with her job title her clients could be sure of the experience they were going to have. She wasn't some cheap one night stand that could go either way and would have strings attached the next morning. She offered a guilt free service for what she considered a reasonable price for her talents. Who needed to be nervous or uncomfortable about that sort of promise?
Focusing on his facial expressions she tried to keep measure of how uncomfortable he was so that she didn't end up pressuring him into something he didn't really want because she expected him to. When she saw the smile she replied with her own, happy that at least for a moment she'd made this whole thing a little more bearable for him. He was only a young boy after all, she couldn't really blame him for not knowing how to ask for what he wanted. Many of her older clients still didn't know. On the upside, at least he has beauty and charm going for him so he would probably very rarely have to ask for the things he wanted, he would just be given them.
His compliment made her smile wider as it was combined with his hand against her, his confidence obviously raising slightly, even if he did still sound like a teenager. Sliding one of her hands up his chest she placed it gently against his neck, entangling her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. "Well thank you Alexandre. You seem to be pretty lovely yourself." She replied, looking directly into his eyes for a moment before glancing down at his hand on her waist. "So how would you like to continue our night, beautiful boy?" Asking him what he wanted seemed to be the easiest way to get out of making awkward small talk for too much longer. Not that she minded but it was obviously not the way she'd imagined ending his night.
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Post by beth on Jul 31, 2009 2:24:28 GMT
------------------ Alex knew he was making a fool out of himself, not knowing how to tell the woman what he wanted, but she didn't seem fazed by it. . . or else she was just very good at hiding things like that by now. She could find him the stupidest boy on the planet but be so used to stupid men (and maybe high-paying women) that she was not even affected by them anymore. Maybe she just had her eyes on the prize, but if that were the case he was sure she would be disappointed. How was a virgin supposed to perform well doing . . . that sort of thing? He had no idea what the hell he would have to do. It was easy to watch it but he hadn't ever been in the actual moment before. He had been a little hesitant to rest his hand on her waist but their shared smile gave him confidence and when hers emerged more brightly it was boosted even more, though not to the point she was most likely used to with her other clients. He wondered if he should be ashamed to have to resort to a call girl for this moment, but at the same time she was so beautiful. . . He would forget she was a call girl anyway, because most of what he would remember was being awkward and not pleasing her at all like she had pleased him the rest of the night. She had noticed his hand on her waist, obviously, but when she looked at it he licked his lips again and reached with his other hand to move a stray strand of hair from her face, resting this hand against her neck as she had done with her hand to his neck. It was a mildly romantic position but he did not want to be too forward about it because it might tip her off that he was a virgin, which might scare her away. Calmness was key. "How do you think a beautiful boy would want to end a night with a beautiful girl?" he asked, glancing at the bed quickly but deciding that would be entirely improper before he had even kissed her. Which reminded him he should probably do so. His eyes flicked to hers for a moment and then he leaned in and kissed her soft lips gently, hoping that and his statement, though vague, would help. |
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Post by cassie on Aug 8, 2009 11:13:10 GMT
The longer they were locked in this position the more confident he seemed to be getting. His nerves were really starting to endear her to him. She'd never known someone be so on edge about the whole thing but then again he was quite young. Darcy had known a few younger clients who had been filled with false confidence, acting a part for their whole encounter when she could see their vulnerability just beneath the surface. She knew better than most that it didn't matter how much experience you had, the first time with someone new was always exciting and filled with a sort of nervous anticipation. Sure, this was altered slightly when you'd been paid for this experience but for the right person Darcy still felt that. Alex seemed to be the right sort of person. The way he'd spent their night together being himself, seemingly with no falsities, it was refreshing.
Darcy couldn't stop herself from feeling a sense of sweet anticipation as he brushed his hand over her skin lightly, moving the hair that had been obscuring her vision. Maybe it was because he was one of her more physically and mentally stimulating assignments but she felt slightly more exposed than normal. He was just being so delicate with her. It wasn't like she was mistreated by her other men, but his movements and embraces were just much more caring than she was used to. This feeling of excitement also brought on a feeling of unease. Darcy knew that she was allowed to enjoy her job but to be careful just how much enjoyment was gained. She'd learnt the hard way in her first year that you should try and avoid emotional connections but the sound of his voice and the look in his eyes made it harder to keep focused that this was just a client.
It wasn't as though she was falling for him, once in her life was enough for that, she was just moved by how much he seemed to want to make this about her as well as him. He didn't seem to just want sex for the sake of it. It seemed to mean more than that. Watching his eyes flick from her to the bed she couldn't stop herself from letting out a small giggle before they were back on hers. She knew that he was suggesting the obvious but again his nerves seemed to have stopped him from asking for what he wanted. However, as his lips were pressed against hers she realised that maybe he was just a boy of actions instead of words. Sliding her hand up from his neck into his thick, luscious hair she kissed him back, not quite wanting to let go of his first move forward all night.
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Post by beth on Aug 16, 2009 6:32:02 GMT
------------------ Alex felt a little stupid standing here with Darcy. He knew she had probably had some clients like himself, clients who were nervous or awkward or not quite sure of themselves, he just wished he wasn't one of them. Boys like him couldn't be as exciting as men who knew what they were doing. However, Darcy seemed happy to be in his room with him all the same. Perhaps she liked how he had taken the initiative to even bring her into his home. Things had seemed like they would happen so easily while on the way here, while out with her, but when the actuality of it hit him the disconnect had knocked him off balance and made him rather vulnerable. Something she seemed to pick up on and absorb. She looked smaller somehow as they stood there silently, her most likely waiting for him to get on with whatever he was planning on getting on with. He just . . . didn't want to be another client, a client that blended in with all the others she had had and would have since. She was still a lady and he still believed in chivalry and he knew he was treating her too much like a permanent lover, but he couldn't help but be gentle with her, unless she signaled she wanted otherwise, of course. It didn't even occur to him that he had paid her and could pretty much have her do anything he wanted her to. And as his hand moved away from her face the thought that this was her job was even further away from his mind. He just couldn't think of her as a simple call girl, someone who slept with men (and possibly women) for a living. But he supposed he would have to go about thinking of her as others did when she left him. Now wasn't the time for that sort of thinking and she had asked him a question he didn't know how to answer in words without sounding idiotic, so he had followed his first impulse and kissed her, a small blush arriving and leaving his cheeks as he experienced and remembered her giggling. But he was quickly becoming caught up in the moment and as she moved her hand up into his hair he pulled her closer using the hand that had been resting on her waist. He stroked her cheek with his opposing thumb as he deepened the kiss, opening her mouth slowly with his own but not doing the obvious without waiting for her reaction first. |
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