dependent multimuse blog with ecstasyhq. muses include: sam hines, olivia gates, felix dawson, charlie knight, pippa prewett, delilah abbott, january clarke, lenore leopold, aspen acquino, zeppelin maddow.
She grabbed her little box she had for tips and walked off the stage. She loved being able to sing, as well as being surrounded by so many attractive people. She started emptying the box, and looked up at the person. “Hey there, did you enjoy the set? I know the lounge has some pretty awesome drinks.” She smiled at them. @ecstasyimport
“YOU’RE A FREAKIN’ rockstar, babe.” pippa had heard hailee’s set from her place at the bar, and she flashed a smile at what seemed like a compliment. “happy to have been of service. you want an after-shift drink? i’ve been working on a few special mixes. i talked to felix... i wanna give ecstasy a signature drink, you know?”
the early shift didn’t typically bring many visitors to the concierge desk. typically, clients checked in later in the evening and slept most of the morning away in time for a late lunch and more of a lavish lifestyle than analeise could ever hope to lead. since she has the morning shift, it’s quiet – so one can usually find her nose in a book. the sound of the phone ringing beside her, cutting through the silence of the lobby, caused her to jump. even so, she’s quick to pick up the phone, “ –– ecstasy hotel and spa, this is analeise speaking, how can i help you this morning? ”
SHE WAITS HER turn, hanging back from the concierge desk so she doesn’t interrupt someone’s conversation. delilah doesn’t know quite how secretive or discrete these phone calls need to be. to be fair, delilah can’t hear the person on the other end of the line, doesn’t know what they want or who they are, but delilah still allows the woman on the phone to deal with their needs first. when she hangs up, delilah steps forward. she tucks her chin a bit, feigns coy if not a little nervous. she sells it, too; anyone would believe she was too shy to ask the question that came next. “hey, so... i was wondering, like... how easy is it to get an... escort here? and... what if there’s someone else? someone i saw that i want to... pay, even if they’re not... you know... an escort?”
isabela didn’t exactly socialize with other dancers, except for january since she loved talking to the woman. “thanks jan.” she smiled. “i mean, unlike a lot of the dancers up there who saw a movie or something, i was an exactly professionally trained dancer.” she said. “perfect, drinks are on me, the man are pretty drunk tonight which means that i get more money than usual.”
“I TOOK SOME dance classes when i was a kid,” january said. “i majored in dance. but it was always so i could work at a club like this.” she flashed a smile at isabela’s comment regarding the sobriety in the room. “so you’re flush,” she said, amused. “i mean, who am i to turn down a free drink? i’ll just take whatever you’re having, babes.”
“Thanks.” He smiled as he grabbed a new pair of gloves. Nodules? What the hell was that? He thought as he nodded. “Yeah, uh, I can see if they’re swollen or something, give you some numbing spray for your throat but for anything more serious you’d need to go see a doctor.” He mused as he motioned for her to sit on the examine table. Getting a tongue depressor and a flash light he looked into her throat and then he brought his hands up to feel them gently. “Yeah, they look a little red, not swollen but I would rest my voice and drink some tea.” He said as he sat on his chair. “And eat vanilla ice cream. The cold will be good for your throat and the blander flavor will keep it from irritating it worse.” He told her.
HE WASN’T AN ENT, and lenore knew that. still, she’d been nervous when she heart an unfamiliar rasp in her tone and felt the soreness along with it. she parted her lips, tongue moving from between them so jasper could get a better view of the back of her throat. she nodded at his observations, rubbing her throat a little as though to warm it. “i suppose i can take a night off. there are other singers here, and they’re fantastic.” the thought did occur to her that her boss might be pissed, but... felix would be more pissed if she had to quit. and anyway... he wasn’t a total asshole. “what’re you doing later?” she finally asked. “care to share a carton?”
His eyes drank her in and he smiled. “It really would be wouldn’t it?” He replied gently as his eyes finally made their way up to meet hers. “Champagne?” He asked. “Us meeting should be celebrated.” He added. “Because we are the best looking pair in this place.” He joked lightly.
“PAIR, HUH?” JANUARY knew he was speaking from a place of humor, but it still brought a small smile to her face. she nodded in return. “champagne. that’d be lovely. don’t let me distract you, if you’ve got somewhere to be. someone to be with, but... i’d love the company.”
she’s never been one for games; maybe it shows on her face that she’d prefer to just say it, get to the point. sam’s words almost get her to call her on it, to tell her to just relent now so they don’t have to waste time. but she knows that the chase only makes the kill more satisfying. so there she remains in her personal space, maybe a little closer now, enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin, so their words are shared only between the two of them. ❝ and if you don’t … i get to ask something personal. ❞ she makes sure to add that reminder, keeping her eyes on sam’s as she tries to think of something interesting. ❝ alright … would i rather fuck in the shower or the balcony ? ❞ the words curl a bit as she caves to her more blunt instincts, obviously implying something that they’re both already thinking about. but as she punctuates, she slips just a little closer. but part of her is curious to see just how good sam’s people reading skills are.
THERE’S PROXIMITY NOW, and sam’s always gotten dumb when someone beautiful is close. it’s not that she’s a total idiot... it’s more that her passion exceeds her good sense and she gets trapped in a sea of her own arousal. sam wets her lips, eyes seeking jackie’s. this question is harder. given choices... it forces sam to lose the upper hand of feeling jackie out, watching her for tells. somehow, the word fuck, in this context, makes sam’s heart skip a beat, and a hot wet heat to form in the pit of her stomach. “i don’t know,” sam admits, teeth coming down briefly on her lower lip. “you seem... like the type of person who keeps cards close to her chest, which would imply shower. but it’s always that kind of person who’s the kinkiest. i mean... i figure you always like feeling close to someone... which. shower. but maybe with a stranger, you wanna blow her fucking mind.” she hesitates. decides. lands on, “with me? i’m going balcony.”
Adam stopped people-watching for a moment as the song coming from the speakers changed. He knew this song. He knew this song very well and he wasn’t the biggest fan. “Why’d they have to choose this one? It wasn’t even one of our good ones,” he muttered to nobody in particular. Adam had written this particular song earlier in his career and although it was popular, it was kind of embarrassing for him to hear it now.
ASPEN KNEW THE song well. she’d come up to the sounds of velvet rebellion, begging her parents to let her go to one of their shows (they eventually caved). their music was the most rebellious thing she’d done throughout her life, were she being frank. she tried to hide her smile, tried to play it cool, but she couldn’t help it. she was star struck. “um... actually,” she started, “it’s one of my favorites. maybe my favorite of all time, i just... gah.”
Sebastian sat at the bar drumming his fingers on the smooth surface as his drink was made. Thanking the bar tender he turned to the person who so boldly sat next to him. “You want me to buy you a drink?” He asked casually.
FROM HER PLACE mixing the member’s drink, pippa could see his attempt to flirt. or at least be gracious. but it seemed as though the individual who had unceremoniously sidled up to the bar, however, wasn’t interested, as the interloper rolled her eyes and moved to a place further down the bar. “her loss,” pippa commented, pouring his drink from the mixer into a glass she placed in front of him.
*•.¸☾―《 liz gillies, cis female, pansexual (heteroromantic) 》pippa prewett is a 24 year old who works at the hotel/club as a bartender. she is described as ambitious but also secretive. it is known that they enjoy rough sex & voyeurism, but they do not enjoy watersports & scat.
pippa is fun, and a character i’ve had in my head for a while now. i can’t wait to flesh her out and play her.
pippa was a sophomore in college when she decided to auction her virginity. but we’ll get there.
the girl had every opportunity in the world. her mother was a successful entrepreneur and her father was a well-respected (and well-paid) personal injury attorney. they were relatively well-off, dined with the elite, and had a life many families could only dream of. and pippa hated every second of it.
all she wanted to do with her life was escape. she wanted to break free of the perfect little mold and do something of her very own. she insisted on getting a job at sixteen (they finally gave in) and she worked in a bookstore; as it was small and family-owned, she did a little bit of everything and read everything she could in the meantime.
it was here that she began to read up on feminism. she also read steamy romance novels and wondered if anyone was really out there like those heroes.
when she started college, she decided to major in gender and sexualities. her parents were less than thrilled. they wanted her to do something less... dramatic (their words, not hers). but she wanted to change the world. they asked why she didn’t value herself enough. but pippa wasn’t accepting that. in fact, she told them, she valued herself more than enough.
and she’d prove it.
as soon as she turned nineteen, pippa contacted a brothel in nevada to work out of, and set to work auctioning her virginity.
she wasn’t a virgin because she treasured her virginity; she’d always just had better things to do. this way, she could make a buck and make a statement. ultimately, her virginity went for $750,000 and she loved every second of the experience.
pippa graduated college without student loans and with a house. she went out at night, enjoying her young life. she also got a job at a local bar, not because she had to, but because she wanted to.
however, things were about to turn upside down. pippa went home with one of the patrons one night. six weeks and a lot of nausea later, she took that test with the two little blue lines. her world was completely rocked.
pippa considered her options, but the more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea of being a mom. she was twenty-three when her daughter was born and she considers herself the luckiest person in the world.
knowing the cost of child care and wanting the safe the rest of her earnings for her daughter’s future, pippa got a job working at ecstasy. she knew the work and it pays well. she’s not ashamed of having a child, but pippa usually keeps it pretty quiet. she keeps most of her personal life to herself.
honestly, pippa is still pretty wild, but she feels incredibly empowered by it. she has a nanny she keeps on staff to help her with her daughter, and she’s happy to have them.
let me know if you want connections with her, or to plot further, because i’m here for it!
*•.¸☾―《 kelsey merritt, cis female, pansexual 》aspen aquino is a 20 year old client who is a level one member. she is described as kind-hearted but also reserved. it is known that they enjoy kissing & teasing, but they do not enjoy watersports & scat.
aspen is a protected lil bean. her mom was a teacher and her dad was a pilot. because of that, her father wasn’t really around very much, but when he was, he was attentive and kind. aspen was highly protected by her older brother, who she is still connected with to this day.
aspen didn’t really have big dreams. she just wanted to be a teacher like her mother. that made sense for her; she was sensitive, sweet, and didn’t really create waves.
she had a relationship starting her junior year of high school. it was a good relationship. pure. but eventually, her partner asked her to go to the next step. aspen turned them down for the moment, but... later reconsidered.
it was just sex, she told herself. it meant nothing really, right? it was absolutely no big deal. except she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was a big deal. that everything would change. it would be different, the world would be different, and nothing would ever feel good again. she hyped herself up... just get it over and done.
but when the time came, when they were cozied up and ready to do it... aspen panicked and backed out.
at eighteen, aspen started college, working towards a bachelor in education. she left her high school relationship behind, feeling like she wasn’t really a good match, if she couldn’t give them what they needed. she left them pretty brokenhearted.
a few months ago, aspen started up a new relationship (although they are mainly just “seeing each other” and it isn’t exclusive). again, when it came “time,” aspen choked. her relationship finally told her about this place. it was called ecstasy and... it was meant for fantasies. for trying new things. aspen decided to give it a shot.
she joined as a member a few weeks ago in order to feel the place out. it’s a risk, she thinks, but she’s hoping that having her first time with someone who doesn’t mean anything to her will be the ticket. she can put the fear to rest once and for all and move on with her life.
“I’ve found myself asking that question a few times over the years,” Adam muttered, more to himself than to her before giving her a smile. “Even if it seems like a shit idea, it’s good to go with your instincts. Maybe it’ll be a surprise hit.” None of Adam’s popular songs were any of his favourites so he learned very early to go with the flow.
“I SOUND LIKE i’m complaining, don’t i? i hate that feeling.” lenore let out a breath of a laugh, eyes darting up, fingers drumming against the sheet music. “you’re a musician, too, i take it?” lenore wasn’t really up on the faces of various bands or performers. but she knew music, her rolodex of music eclectic and robust.
It takes a moment for Morgan to notice the card that appears on the table in front of him, blinking a few times before looking up to see a woman speaking to him. “Uhh…” His mouth was left agape, before straightening himself up. “Th-thanks so much, that’s real nice,” he told her, a confused smile now appearing on his face. “Do I look that stressed?” he asked with a soft chuckle.
“I MEAN, YEAH. kinda.” january wasn’t an expert, by any means, but she certainly knew overworked when she saw it. she helped herself to the seat across from him, offering a tiny smile. “do you need a break, or are you in a time crunch? i can offer some company. conversation? i’m a dancer here, and my shift doesn’t start for another few hours.”
He laughed and sat back. “Well I can be a good boy without the whole dom suit, that’s just for fun.” He laughed lightly. “But I am down to hang and fuck and hang some more.” He smiled.
“I LOVE A guy who’s honest,” sam said, letting out a breath of a laugh. “down to hang and fuck and hang. i mean... for sure. you free now?” she plucked her glass from the bar, rising. “you can always finish the jack and joke in my room.”
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