SHAKE ME

brenner davis | 35 | platinum | bi | votivehq

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babydolljas‌:

There she was, in a short white crop top and a provocative pair of panties, wandering up and down the hall, phone in hand. She wasn’t exactly the punctual type, but it still frustrated Jas to no end when people weren’t where they said they would be. “Nope, just waiting for a friend,”  she said, lowering her phone. It wasn’t like staring at it would make a text magically appear in her notifications. “She was supposed to meet me here but I”m pretty sure now she forgot.”

     bren cut his eyes to the side as if he would see this friend, but really he was biding his time to wonder why the hell she was meeting a friend in next to nothing. he had a lot to get used to about this place. “uhhhm. would you like to wait.... in my room?” his eyebrow when up at an angle as he presented his bucket of ice. “you could have a drink and wait for a text or whatever. might be better than wandering the hall. never know when a big bad wolf could come around the corner and gobble you up.” his grin was goofy but well-intended. “I’m just here.” he pointed out his suite. 

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miastead‌:

“ you can keep your fucking money—    you greasy pig! ”    she’s shouting, probably waking up half the hall in the process.     a tiny,   furious pinball,   she’s bounding down the hall with a shirt in hand and panties on her waist.   the life of a apex escort;    she guessed.    the freakiest of freaks.     (  she liked it— just not, that …….. )

she finds a clear spot, slipping on the shirt, the thin tank not much help but….. better coverage.     his voice erupts from the shadows, near scaring her half to death.     ( not really; mainly just adrenaline pumping )     with flushed cheeks and a jutted lip, she eyes the dark haired stranger.  “  as much as i liked being called pet while taking it in the ass—   ”    swallowing her anger, she smooths out her shirt, small stature looking up to him.   not finishing her sharped tongue remark.    “ look, i’ll be your pet. your kitten. whatever you want just…. you have liquor, like actual hard stuff, don’t you? ”   better to make nice with the stranger and get what she wants then nothing at all, right?    arms fold across her chest, eyeing the bucket of ice, then drawing her attention back to him.

     his eyebrows shot up at her comment then her flustered appearance. while he tried to move past the imagery she inspired with said comment, he moved passed it--eventually--to make sure she was alright. he looked dazed as she seemed to shake off the scene so quickly. dumbfounded for a moment while he looked between her and the ice bucket, he sputtered back to life. “yeah! yeah, yeah. got a fresh bottle of something in my room. more than welcome if you like. you sure that’s what you want? my name’s brenner, by the way,” he stuck out his hand then waved it around to his door. “I’ll just--right.” he unlocked it and showed her in, his bucket cradled to her chest as he waited for her next move. once he was inside, he searched the cabinets for another glass. the sound of rattling and sharp clinks filled the silence as he cursed underneath his breath. he popped back out with a glass with a huge grin. “how do you take it?” besides up the arse. 

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flirtytalk‌:

      “A little,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. His head canted a little unsure why the other laughed. Maybe he looked ridiculous in his tight white briefs, fuzzy slippers, and a bowl of ice cream in his hand, but he had to make a mad dash for a little air. The thought to grab his clothes on the way out of his lover’s room hadn’t crossed his mind until the other seemed a bit put off. “But I don’t think you’re exploring hard enough if you don’t get a little lost.”

      He offered the other his spoon. “Would you like some?” It felt polite to ask.

     bren pointed at the man with his free hand. “fair point,” he conceded as his lips turned down in a mock-serious expression. he nodded as he pondered that statement further. his fingertips drumming along the sides of his empty ice bucket. bren waved away the spoon then patted his stomach. “bit of a shit tummy when it comes to sweets, mate. but ‘ppreciate the offer.” he presented his bucket. “was just oging to get some ice myself. care to join? could lead you down a path less traveled or the like.” 

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ccrinnas‌:

in the public eye, corinna may be wearing her contagious deligence, enchanting aura and mesmerizing persona but, when she was not working, she didn’t hesitate to showcase a part of her true sassy self, every now and then. the problem of the hour? her missing clothes ( hence why she was wandering in the hallways with a pink pair of her favorite victoria’s secret lacy underwear and worn-out sneakers ) . in the heat of the moment, the guy she was foolishly messing around with just went on and ripped her favorite dress apart. sparing him from her rage, the blonde run off & almost bumped into someone else. refraining from shooting him one of her characteristic death glares for using the term pet, corinna offered him one of the most charming of smiles, instead. “ lost? no. in need of a shirt? yes. my room is too far away and i would like to preserve as much of my dignity as i have left, so could you be a sweetheart and let me borrow one of yours? “

     “yeah,” he mused as he looked her over. “those shoes don’t really go with the rest, do they?” he scratched his chin thoughtfully then shrugged. “don’t mind a bit. my room’s just here.” he indicated to the door he just came out of. retrieving his key from his pocket, he unlocked it and held the door open. “ladies, first as mum would say.” grinning wildly, he hesitated a moment then entered, strolling over the dresser drawers. he wasn’t much for hanging things once he’d unpacked, but at least he’d managed to fold them. well, most of them. there was still a few bits thrown about the room waiting to wrinkle. he fished out a suitably clean shirt for her, but it was one of his tight fits. might come down to her hips if she were lucky. he handed it off. the logo on the front was some sort of troll vomiting bits of rhinestone. bren made a mental note to go shopping. “there you are. if it doesn’t suit you, we could have a dress up party. see you right.” 

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ophelianyx‌:

     Ophelia was amused as she closed the door behind her, leaving her client’s room. Another ne’er-do-well wandering the halls, somehow having misplaced an article of clothing. She kept the grin to herself, however, until the client scuttled back into his own room, embarrassed at being caught – but perhaps that had been the fantasy. Ophelia’s eyes turned up to the one who’d caught the streaker red arsed, pressing her own messy hair back from her face. “Moments like that are more frequent than I’d have assumed.”

     “I’ll drink to that,” he agreed with her as he watched where the vanished person danced right back into a room from where they’d come. shaking his head, he lifted his empty ice bucket. “never can be too careful in halls such as these. better make it a quick run. no telling what’ll come poping out of one of these doors next.” he half turned towards her and gave her an exaggerated quizzical look. “you could be packing underneath those clothes. they say fatales work here. wouldn’t be one o’ them, would you?”

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dylan--moore‌:

“Definitely the pesto ravioli. I’m in a pasta mood.” She gazed over at the man. “Whats your name? I don’t feel like I’ve seen you around. Although, it would make sense since I’m usually in my office when I work. You must be one of the members.”

     “relatively new,” he nodded sagely but gave no further information. considering the menu, bren pressed his lips together and pretended not to notice her stare. “brenner davis. I am that. you work in an office here. they have offices here?” he laughed at the thought. 

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chescbaut‌:

         there had been a paused in the throng of people entering the festival, which gave chesa the chance to take a quick breather. a drink in one hand and a flower crown in the other, she was wandering down the line of booths, searching to see if there was anything that she wanted. her eyes were drawn to one of the booths that sold sex toys, though she quickly averted her gaze and turned to go in the opposite direction when she bumped up against someone. “ i’m so sorry.  i didn’t mean to hit you, ” she began once she’d steadied her drink, looking up quickly. and blinked.  “ … brenner ? ” her eyes must’ve been playing tricks on her. she’d only had a couple of drinks after all, not nearly enough to be tipsy in the slightest and DEFINITELY not enough to be imagining someone from years ago. // @brennerdvs

     brenner was knuckle deep in a banana cream pie when he heard his name coming from somewhere behind him. he spun around, finger in his mouth as he lapped at the cream coating his digit. a smile warped his features as he sucked it clean and released it from his lips slowly. “jesus, is that you ches?” his voice was excited at first, and the thrill spread up from his heart which began to hammer in a sort of panic. shit, it was chesa. the girl he’d been in love with for years back at school. he didn’t even think she knew he was alive. and here she was, right in front of him using his name. correctly. a shallow breath escaped his tight chest. “you’re here. you look... stunning. as usual. no surprise there, really.” he grabbed his forehead while his brain threatened to leak out threw his ears after being blown to bits by the sight of her. “what the hell are you doing here?”

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     he didn’t expect the room service to be so... not formal here. when he went out of his suite to grab a bucket of ice from the hall, he was surprised by another person wandering around in little to nothing. brenner supposed snacks wandered free range as well as on silver trays at votive. laughing a bit uncontrollably, he didn’t know whether he should shield his eyes or offer some kind of assistance. “you lost there, pet?”

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dylan--moore·:

Dylan was off, finally. She’d only had a few patients that day but all and all, a chill day. She decided to leave her things in her office and go off to have some lunch at the restaurant. She went and sat at the bar and looked through a menu. When she felt someone near her, she looked up instinctively. “Hey there. Mind joining a lonely lady for lunch? My treat.” 

     bren was startled by the invitation, and he was so ready to turn it down. what sort of asshole who could buy everything off the menu and feed the whole resort if he wanted take a free meal off a stranger? “yeah, thanks, love. good on ya. what will the lonely lady be having?” eh, he never claimed to be a gentleman. besides, he hasn’t quite mastered how to introduce his financial status into a conversation naturally.

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mcrisolvaldcz·:

         it wasn’t often that marisol got to dance just for fun instead of being on the stage for the guests. she was taking full advantage of the night, taking large sips of tequila as her hips swayed to the beat of the music bumping through deuces’s speakers. with so many bodies on the dance floor it was easy to get lost in the music, dancing with any and all who approached, stray hands not getting batted away as quickly as they would’ve had they been in a different environment. it was only the last drop of alcohol hitting her tongue that had her relocating, headed towards the bar for a refill when she bumped into another body, her attention shifting. “ sorry about that. want a drink ? ”

     why go to some humdrum club anywhere in new york when you could buy a platinum membership to the city’s hottest resorts? it was questions like these that brenner suggested to himself every morning since his recent an unexpected influx of wealth. some would consider it obnoxious but that had been his middle name as far back as he could remember, so he figured why not live up to the title. he’d checked in around noon and was down in the club deuces at a sharp 9:45. he was fairly buzzed, and not at all surprised when he smacked into a warm body. smiling at the beautiful stranger, he glanced down at her empty bottle. “looks like you’re fresh out there, champ. don’t worry, I’m sure you gave it your best shot. allow me to buy the next round?”