Maggie Donahue

Maggie Donahue 19 years old, employee of the legendary and elusive Bijou Noir. *rpg account, not lily collins.

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idle hands

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Ah. Kitten. The name did jolt a sudden memory, a conversation he had honestly accidentally eavesdropped on because he just so happened to be in the water closet at the same as a disgruntled client. The man was going on about one thing or another, and Roen believed some sort of disobedient pet was involved when ‘kitten’ was used over and over. In hindsight, he wished he would have paid a bit more attention to the incident, but how the fuck was he to know that kitten was Kitten and not an actual kitten?

Being in a modern-day brothel should have tipped him off. That was neither here nor there, however. The girl was a perfect portrait of young and innocent, making Roen wonder how much of both she actually was, considering the distinct lack of innocence within the club. She certainly tossed her hair like some of the older women, even better if he was so bold. He was smart enough to not say that out loud, though, lest someone took it the wrong way.

His eyes dropped down to the hand on his thigh; maybe less on the innocent side after all. He inhaled, smelling her perfume and sweet breath, and he reached up to twirl a loose strand of her hair around his index finger. “Oh? And how’s that? Like a domestic little house cat or a lioness?” Roen asked, turning his head to look at her deep brown eyes.

[bijoumaggie]

A smirk graced her lips at his question, studying his face as she paused to answer. It was a similar situation each night- a situation she was growing tired of but had to endure. 

She would meet a man, usually an attractive one like the one before her, flirt a little, maybe get a little handsy if no one was looking, and ultimately leave him high and dry. It was all Gen's fault of course, but that wasn't something she could share with the clients. Plus, Gen knew how to handle it when they came to her, no doubt complaining about some horrid tease that led them on. 

But that was basically her job description. She wasn't here to engage, she was here just for show. A little porcelain doll that her Aunt Gen wasn't ready to break open just yet. Maggie trusted the woman though, and she loved flirting with powerful men all night, so endure she would.

"Not so fast, sir. You still haven't told me your name." She brought a finger to his nose, tapping it lightly as her voice rang out in a coy dance through the air.

[sweetcollins]

[bijoumaggie]

fantasy friday

They were at their cabin in the woods. The drive had been grueling and all she wanted was a bath and a glass of wine. She'd made a beeline straight to her room, ripping off pieces of clothing once she passed and closed her door. She ran the bath, the cold water in the pipes needed time to heat up, so she went to find a hair tie to put her hair up, not wanting to get it wet. 

The water washed over her skin in heated waves, feeling as though it washed away all the tension and stress she'd felt during the drive. She laid back, her head resting on the small head pillow at the end of the tub, and she closed her eyes, ready to truly unwind. 

Only a few moments had passed before she suddenly felt a cool breeze blow over the skin she had exposed above the water. Assuming it to be nothing more than a strange wind draft, her eyes remained closed, allowing her mind to wander, as well as her hands.

It had only been a few minutes with her hands moving rather slowly, wanting to enjoy a slow release.

Suddenly she heard a breath that wasn't her own...

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Oh don’t mind me, I’m just here being adorable. Roen snorted and tilted his head to the side, resting it on an open hand that was attached to an arm leaning casually on the table. She was very adorable, wide eyes framed in soft hair, and wearing a dress that was noticeably less revealing than many of the other girls. Still, she had an air of womanly sensuality to her that some double her age didn’t carry, able to balance between that fine line of sultry and girly without tipping too far one way or the other. She was good. “I haven’t given it yet, have I, kitten? As you haven’t given yours, and how am I to thank you for saving my life with your virtuous moral code without knowing your name?” He punctuated his words very carefully, giving her a pleasant smile. “Please, ladies first.”

[bijoumaggie]

Maggie's eyelids lowered ever so slightly, forming her gaze into one of lackadaisical bliss. The corners of her lips tilted upward into a demure smile as she spoke quickly, without missing a beat. "My good sir, you've already guessed my name! Someone must've told you before..." Leaning back, a playful smile on her face, she flipped her hair the way Gen had taught her, quickly flicking her head back to reveal more of her neck. Most men fell prey to the soft, supple skin of a woman's neck, and the more of it she showed, the happier the men seemed to be. Especially since Maggie was one of the few girls who kept her closet relatively safe- Gen had made it clear what she was to do and the things she was forbidden to do. Maggie had no intentions of messing anything up. 

Leaning in closer to the man, she effortlessly placed a hand on his thigh, leaning her head towards the side of his face. If this were any other situation, any other girl, the words that would come from her mouth next would be far too cheesy to take seriously. However, Maggie was always able to pull it off. She whispered softly, her voice low and sultry, "They call me Kitten because of how I purr.."

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Roen sat perfectly still as he watched her move, his expression changing from interest to bemusement in the span of seconds. This dark-eyed girl was a face he’d only seen around the club briefly, never for more than a moment here or there. Yet suddenly here she was, taking one of his expensive imported cigarettes from his hand and so politely putting it out for him, like she was doing him a favor. A grin spread across his face as his eyes went from the doused cigarette to her. “So has curiosity. Lucky for you, we can’t toss a drink on that, can we?” And lucky for her, the curiosity went both ways. The grin turned into a smirk to rival hers. “Although you, wet, wouldn’t be a bad sight by any means.”

[bijoumaggie]

Her eyebrows lifted as she did a half-eye roll, her eyes looking up and to the side for the most brief of moments as she shrugged her shoulders; nonchalance at it's best. With lips pursed for a smile, she couldn't help herself, "You flatter me, sir!" Maggie had come to find she had a particular voice when speaking to clients at Bijou; a combination of light, sing-songy undertones beneath a sultry stream of school girl giddiness. A combination, she found, to work wonders on even the most temperamental of clients. "But I have yet to find out your name. How could I ever thank you properly without addressing you formally?" Her large doe eyes batted briefly as her pursed lips turned into a bambi-esque pout, playing up her innocent naiveté the best way she knew how.

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Join me for a smoke?

[bijoumaggie]

Maggie sat down beside the man, smiling sweetly, a look of pure innocence on her face. Her eyebrows raised as she gestured her hand towards the man's cigarette, her true intentions hidden behind her pearly whites. Taking the cancer stick from his hand, she locked her gaze onto his own and brought it towards her mouth, only to move it promptly the to table beside her, swiftly putting it out into one of the drinks. Batting her long, dark lashes, Maggie turned back to face him, hoping her pretty face, paired with her obvious innocence, would save her from being turned in to Gen for bad behavior. She leaned closer to the man, the scent of tobacco still wafting through the air, "Smoking kills, haven't you heard?" A smirk graced her lips as she watched his face in response.

[bijoumaggie]

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

Does a dildo count?

[bijoumaggie]

The Hardest Goodbye

The pair had been thick as thieves for as long as Maggie could remember. He was always her protector, her shield, her sword. She was always his delicate flower, his princess, his world. 

She'd kept it from him for a while, weeks maybe, but now it was too late, she was leaving tomorrow and she wasn't sure how to say goodbye, much less tell him she was leaving. 

It hadn't been a rushed decision. Maggie had been wanting it for a while and Aunt Gen knew it- Maggie only had to say the word and Gen would make sure she had a spot at the Bijou. She even offered to have Maggie stay at her place if she couldn't find herself an apartment. If it hadn't been for Aunt Gen, her parents never would've let her leave.

Despite the fact that her parents met at the Bijou Noir all those years ago, they didn't exactly trust that their daughter knew what she was getting into. Still a virgin in ever sense of the word, Maggie was very naive to the world of sex; a fact she was not proud of, and one she wanted to overcome. What better way to learn than at a brothel? Lucky for them, they knew of the best one intimately!

The decision had come after a day of adolescent torture, the girls at school constantly in her face about when she would finally get a boyfriend, when she would finally swipe her v card. It wasn't a one-time thing, either. The girls at school (all of whom were apparently sexual masters even at their ridiculously young ages) would taunt and tease her mercilessly and Maggie, too ashamed to tell anyone, simply took it. Until she couldn't take it any more.

Enough was enough. She was out of school, she was ready to move out, she had a place, she had a means- the only thing holding her back was her older brother Ryan. The bond they shared was unlike any relationship she'd ever had. It was a passionate, stead-fast bond; one of jealousy, of devotion, of lust-filled desires (at least occasionally in her dreams). Not that the two ever spoke of it aloud.. No. It was taboo to even think something like that, even despite the fact Ryan was adopted.

He would be angry. She knew he would be furious. It would be so bad, she imagined, that she was beginning to wonder if she really had to tell him at all. At least that way, once he found out, she would be far enough away to not feel as badly about it. Or change her mind...

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♣ Maggie Donahue, 19, Straight

+ Innocent, intelligent, honest - Rebellious, insecure, hot-headed

♣ Background

The youngest of the Bijou staff, Maggie has quite a lot to learn. As the goddaughter of Genevieve, it has been particularly difficult getting herself where she is today. Her upbringing was relatively normal for a girl living in the suburbs. Maggie’s parents and Gen were old friends from a young age and had never been quiet about Gen’s family business; Maggie’s mother even worked at the club for a brief time before she met Maggie’s father- who ironically was a patron of the Bijou. Very open about sexuality and firm believers in sex being a natural, healthy act, Maggie’s parents were surprised, yet happy to find that their daughter was interested in working at the Bijou. However, as the lone virgin of the group, Maggie has it more difficult than the other employees- she’s under very strict orders from Gen not have sex with any of the club’s patrons (or fellow staff). Using her as more of a novelty, a sweet surprise for any of the pervy old men (or women) who want something more innocent and naive, Maggie’s nights are filled with endless sexual frustration; a side of her job that she just has to get used to.

Not that she would admit it openly, but Maggie has wanted to be a member of the Bijou staff since she first saw her mother in one of her old outfits from when she worked there. Full of pretty bows, intricate lace and wonderful colors, Maggie was enamored with the notion of getting to dress like that every day. Though it was a bit of a shock for her to realize what it was that her mother did, it was something she quickly got over and got behind, instead. She’d been taught about sex and all things to do with sexual education when she was quite young so she knew how things went. She also knew that she wanted to wait, seeing how she was a bit of a surprise for her parents. The adoration she had for Bijou Noir never went away, however, and so she stays, obeying her Aunt Gen and taking in everything that is the Bijou Noir each night.

Though Maggie isn’t an only child, her parents never expected that both children would follow in their mother’s footsteps. A few years after Maggie was born, her parents found out they were no longer able to conceive, but had always planned to have two children so that their babies would never be lonely, so the pair decided to adopt. Though Ryan was a few years older than their sweet baby Maggie, he fit right into the family. With Maggie always on the more naive side, Ryan took it upon himself to be something of a protector for her. It didn’t matter whether they were blood related or not- Maggie was his sister and he would do anything to make sure she was safe. 

High school was a weird time for Maggie, going through puberty and discovering boys. She was thankful to have Ryan there, helping her and giving her advice along the way. She detested his girlfriends, though. The girls she saw him with were always too bitchy, too ugly; none were good enough for her valiant older brother, an opinion she voiced to him time and time again. He was quite similar when it came to Maggie’s boyfriends. 

She didn’t know why it made her blood boil each time her brother started dating someone new, but there wasn’t anything she could do and she knew it. The love she has for her brother is unlike any other kind of relationship she’s ever had, a love that sometimes culminates into a sexual nature throughout her dreams at night. She knows it’s wrong, but she figures as long as she doesn’t act on her feelings, everything will be fine. 

Everything was thrown out the window though, when Ryan decided he wanted to become an employee of the Bijou too. Now, with brother and sister around each other and their prospective clients, staying out of each other’s hair will be trickier and trickier; a feat Maggie both loves and hates. 

Connection to Bijou Noir: Staff

♣ Personality

The girl is quirky and witty. She loves acting like the damsel in distress, only to be rescued by a knight in shining armor each night. With Maggie, it’s all or nothing. She doesn’t like grey areas- everything has to be black or white, which is precisely why the situation with her brother is so plaguing to her. Though she understands where Gen is coming from, with wanting her to remain a virgin, Maggie is finding it hard to accept, making her want to have sex more than ever. She’s definitely the type to do something if someone tells her not to, but she’s trying her best to respect Gen’s wishes.  

♣ Preferences

As a virgin, she hasn’t been able to explore much of her sexuality concerning what she enjoys and what she doesn’t. Intimacy is something she appreciates, especially with a client who isn’t “older than dirt”. Quality conversation, cuddling, making out- she enjoys being naked around clients and loves to parade around in frilly lingerie. There have been a few times where clients tried to talk her into intercourse but she immediately cancelled the session, knowing how angry Gen would be. For now her preferences are simple, though she has dreams of being dominated… a BDSM lifestyle is something she’s incredibly curious about.

This character is currently taken. FC: Lily Collins