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@escort-salem-blog
salem’s eyes moved to glance at the person who was yelling nearby, shaking her head as she looked back at her drink and muttered to herself. “i can’t believe people fuck people who are that... loud and rude in public.” she commented, taking a sip of her drink and glancing up only when she heard someone speak to her.
lola noticed someone walk into the spa looking a bit lost. she cast them a BRIGHT smile. “ can I help you with something? “ she asked.
“hey, yeah, i really need a wax. like, bad. i’ve been putting it off to see if i could rock the hairy look, but... it’s not for me. i think the most i can do is that cute little triangle, y’know?”
He’d grown up by the water, a water baby in his water wings from even before he could walk, Noah could swim. He did it to work out, did it to de-stress – he just felt at home in the water, regardless of if he was swimming, surfing or sailing. And so, he’d found himself down at the pool, sitting on the edge, dangling his legs in the water. At the sound of footsteps, he turned, a sheepish smile curling his lips up. “Sorry, it’s not closed or anything, right? I just… wanted a time out.”
salem liked to cool off by the pool to clear her head, so she wasn’t surprised when she stepped into the room and saw someone else sitting there. she knew how calming it could be, so she shrugged, moving to sit next to him as she made sure her tiny black bikini was covering a decent enough amount. “it’s not closed. well, if it is, we’re both breaking the rules, so... i’ll keep your secret if you keep mine.”
It was her night off and she was at Deuces. Yeah, she should’ve known better, should probably explore given that she lived in New York City of all places. But being an employee, she got a discount here, and it was much easier to stagger home when home was the Votive. But that discount was dangerous in the hands of someone like Emma, and before she knew it, she was a dizzying amount of drinks in with her worries and cares far away. “If you’re here to offer to buy me a drink, let me pre-emptively stop you there and say— thanks, but no thanks!” she spoke loud enough to be heard over the thumping bass of the music.
salem had noticed the girl getting drunk and she was honestly jealous, especially since she had to work tonight. but when she was done with her last client, she came by deuces and was glad to see that the girl was still having a good time, so she joined her. “god, no. you have your own discount!” she teased, running her fingers through her hair. “what are you drinking, i’ll have four.”
like this for a closed starterrrrrrr
hunterahearst:
The rooftop bar wasn’t Hunter’s favorite, but he had come up here to find a certain someone. A striking blonde who he’d seen around Votive but who somehow always seemed to elude him. Not today though, but before he could make it deeper into the bar, a hand grabbed and temporarily impeded his mission. “Oh.” “Hey,” his tone changed as Hunter realized who it was, and a cool, casual air took over him. “Long time no see, dollface, how’ve you been?”
she smiled up at hunter, loving the way his face changed as he realized it was her. “hi, baby. i’ve been good. but, you know, you’re the reason it’s been ‘long time, no see’...” she trailed off, looking away from him before looking back at him. “sit, we’re drinking gin and tonics.”
@escort-salem
THE thing about votive is that he usually sticks to the same few spots, his room, either restaurant, and the gym if he really needed it. so when he finds himself in crimson lights, he is blushing. he definitely doesn’t know where he took a wrong turn, and yeah this is why you don’t pay attention texting instead of walking but shit. he turned to the closest person, “how do i get back to the gym?” he asked eyes widened almost comically. “this is not the gym, i mean one time i took a pole dancing class with one of my LA friends but – this is not that.”
salem loved dancing. it had a special place in her heart since it had spiced up her life and eventually lead her here, so she always loved being in crimson lights. it reminded her of home in a way. she looked up from her glass of wine when she heard a voice, laughing a little when the boy asked her how to get back to the gym. “i’ll take you in a minute, if you want. but only if you sit and watch this next dance with me.”
littlcbirdie:
“i’ll just have a water then…” birdie smiled before chuckling. “i have a client in a lil bit so i can’t drink too much… need to work.” she raised her eyebrows a little.
she smirked, nodding at the words. “yeah, i know what you mean. i’m totally the opposite, i love the way i feel after a few drinks. makes me a lot more... open.” she shrugged, ordering the girl a water and smiling as it came. “you seem sweet, you a babydoll?”
isinfatuated:
BEG SENDS a series of nerves through achilles’ body, his muscles, his veins; “beg,” he echos, lets the weight of it sit on his tongue, and he finds himself wanting to. just because she had asked it of him, suggested, even. tongue darts to part lips, wet them, his face is thoughtful, somewhat uncertain. eventually, with briefly closed eyes, he sighs, and opens his mouth to speak, “please,” and that’s when he attempts to meet her gaze, words heavy and sincere, something bordering on spilling over in the way he looks at her.
she hadn’t expected him to actually do it, so when he did, she could tell that her expression changed from flirty and mysterious to extremely excited. “wow, that’s almost never worked before.” she said with a light laugh, used to playing the submissive role. “i’d do it for you here, but... my restraints are in my room. care to follow me?”
hommcfatalc:
the arm that reached out to grab at his hand was caught out of the corner of his eye— it’s not that caleb wasn’t used to people grabbing him. clients after they’d treated themselves at the bar were almost always particularly handsy but it took all of two seconds to let his eyes trace over the other as soon as she grabbed onto him to realize that she was not a client. ( maybe if he squinted, he’d actually recognize her but that would require more attention than he was willing to give just then. ) his hand twisted from her grasp, quickly catching her own wrist in his own grip and he leveled her with a look but kept his voice low and smooth, “manners, miss— keep your hands to yourself.” the corner of his mouth curled in a smirk and he let his thumb brush over the soft skin on the inside of her wrist— he wasn’t a fan of how she got his attention but, who was he to say no to a free drink? “i’ll have an old fashioned.”
she wasn’t going to lie and act like his reaction to her overzealous touch didn’t turn her on at all, so she kept the smile on her face, watching as he smirked at her and started to stroke her wrist gently. “speaking of manners... you could say please. or thank you.” she teased, pulling her wrist from his grasp and shrugging. “i’ve never had one of those, so... i figure i’ll try something new and get one with you.”
littlcbirdie:
“you seem to be having a good time…” she giggled softly as she took a seat next to salem. “i don’t need a drink though… thank you.” she murmured with a smile.
“come on, let me get you something. you’re too beautiful to just sit here staring at me.” she smiled, shrugging before suggesting something again. “maybe a shirley temple?”
isinfatuated:
A SMOOTH intake of breath, an attempt to calm himself. he stares at her for a few beats, blinks, he’s thinking over her words. it’s not all too strange, it makes sense, but it makes his blood boil. white hot. he tries his best to echo her smile, it’s quick and small, but he hopes it makes an impression, “you’re.. i’m not sure what you’re suggesting,” he starts, a nervous chuckle woven into the words, a little pitiful, “..do you know someone besides a police officer who could put me in restraints for educational purposes?”
his reaction only made her that much more excited to tease him, crossing a leg over the other as she watched him try to find the words he needed to say. “i do, actually, yeah.” she said simply, licking her lips before speaking again. “but you’d have to ask really nicely. beg, even.”
text ✉️ cece & SALEM
Cece: I was thinking about going into the city for a little while.
Cece: Cruising around. Checking out some restaurants.
Cece: Fucking on the Brooklyn Bridge. That kind of thing.
Salem: ooooh count me in.
Salem: but only if the fucking on the brooklyn bridge is a definite.
OPEN
“I’M NOT ASKING you to recreate the act,” achilles is visibly frustrated now, can’t see the problem with his question; he’s blinded by something, maybe it’s a sense of self preservation, or a white hot drive, but he just needs the information he’s seeking out. for someone so compassionate, all that consideration was easily pushed aside for an agenda. he breathes out, an attempt at some calm, “i’m — i just need you to describe how it feels. it’s for my book, please.”
salem wasn’t entirely sure what the man was asking but she was glad to have a chance to talk to someone hot about her kinks. she was a bit of an over-sharer, so she was definitely the right person to ask for... whatever he was asking her this for. “well, i’m just saying... it would be a lot easier to describe if you felt it, too.” she teased, tilting her head slightly as she smiled over at him.
