A mojito had always soothed frayed nerves, and it was no different in this case either. She sipped it happily, eyes perusing the group of people around her. The sun was out and so were the gorgeous people staying here, and Penny was never one to avoid such attractive views.
A blonde sat next to her, spoke a mile a minute, amusing her endlessly. She chuckled, brushed hair back behind her shoulder and took another sip, black straw between pursed red painted lips.
“Jane Porter.” She answered with a small smile. “I was in yellow lingerie and nothing else. A Tarzan found me and it was…” She breathes out quickly, smiling as tho she had a secret. “Quite the night.”
At the mention of Roleplay later, they chuckled, tipping her drink in a cheers.
“I could get down with being a bandit for the night - sneaking into the princess’s tower and having my naughty, dirty way with her.”
Lacey raised an eyebrow, intrigued at the image the other woman painted. Jane had always struck her as a bit uptight - perhaps due to the historical aspect of the real story - but she would undoubtedly have liked this version of Jane. “Sounds magical indeed,” she agreed. “I bet you made a gorgeous Jane. It was a very lucky Tarzan who found you. Was the sex as one would expect with a man who’s more ape than anything else?” she asked curious, leaning in closer. Boundaries wasn’t something Lacey bothered with, not when she wanted to know something and sex with a real life Tarzan and Jane had her interest piqued.
“Mm,” she purred when the other woman expressed her interest in joining her roleplay scenario. “As sexy as your Jane sounds, I’d very much like to see you as a bandit. There’s something irresistible about a rebel who doesn’t play by the rules. Much sexier than the clean cut princes and princesses. I’d definitely leave my window open for you.”
Having only been staying at the hotel for about a week before this point, Griffin had little time to make connection with anyone he came across as he left each morning and returned each evening. The construction of the bar was consuming most of his time so he was often too tired or hungover to do much networking with the other residence of the hotel.
In fact he had been at the bar all morning nursing a pretty disgusting hangover from the night before so when he was able to leave early he came straight to the hotel bar ready to start drinking again. Perhaps then he would feel somewhat human again. Having had a few gulps of the room temperature amber liquid in his glass, he could feel the life coming back to his skin and a slight rose tint to rise against his cheeks. He had removed his sunglasses and placed them to his side and began scanning the room around him.
He definitely wasn’t the first to noticed the blonde once she had entered the bar, all male eyes and some female had turn in somewhat to allow their eyes to follow her perky little arse cheeks as she wandered her way to the bar. Griffin was fidgeting in his seat to get a better view when she turned to him and approach, sitting right down next to him. He glanced at the pink thick liquid inside her glasses before taking another long gulp of his whiskey, an eyebrow raising immediately at her question.
“I’m sorry… Disney character? Party?” Griffin questioned, completely oblivious to the events around the hotel. His mind wandering at what else he had missed around the hotel in the time he had been more forced on the construction of his bar. The male’s attention immediately drew back to the other and the conversation at the mention of being a princess and a tiara. “Are you telling me your costume would have been nothing but a tiara?” His eyebrow shot up in curiosity. “Because that is something…” His voice trailing off momentarily as his eyes moved away from the other’s face and down her body. Taking in each and every curve that sculpted her figure. “I would very much like to see.”
Lacey chuckled at his confusion at the mention of the event that had been at the hotel recently. At least she hadn’t been the only one to miss out on it, it seemed. “I take it you just arrived too, then?” she asked, running her pinkie along the stem of her drink. “Or maybe just not a big fan of parties?” The latter would seem a shame to Lacey, she loved to let lose herself, to drink and dance the night away and would definitely look more forward to the next event at the hotel if the attractive guy sitting next to her would be there as well. A sensual smirk grazed her lips when he asked if she would’ve worn nothing but a tiara. “Well, I might have worn some lingerie to the actual party. An afterparty back at a hotel room, though...” she trailed off, taking a sip of her drink as she let the rest of the sentence hang in the air.
Lacey had always loved the looks that men and women gave her, the same look this man sent her way as he looked over her body. It catered to her need for attention, for getting adored, lusted after. She sat a bit straighter as she let him look his fill, not at all minding the idea of his eyes roaming her naked body instead. The conversation between them suddenly left her feeling overdressed, the desire to wear nothing but that damned tiara settling in her. “You know, since we both missed the party, we could always make up for that by having our own.” She let her own gaze slide down his body, taking in his chest and thighs, her eyes lingerine on his crotch to make sure there was no doubt just what kind of party she meant.
derek was jet-lagged. there were no ifs, ands or buts about it. travel to the hotel had been long and complicated, her flight delayed several times over; it didn’t compare to previous commutes she’d managed to other locales - some spanning more than a full day - but she knew that sleeping on the plane had knocked her already-precarious sleep schedule off balance, and it was unlikely she’d sleep that night. following check-in, she showered the smell of recycled plane air off of herself, pulled her hair back in a bun and slipped into something more weather-appropriate: a floral wrap dress, secured at her hip. the hotel bar seemed like the best place to start. after hours in transit, she deserved a drink. or five.
once situated at the bar, a miami vice cocktail set before her - the bartender’s recommendation - derek looked around, trying to soak up her surroundings. a more formal tour of the grounds would come the following day, when she’d had a chance to sleep. it wasn’t long before another guest pulled up a chair. “there was a disney party here? wow…” she cocked her head to the side, trying to imagine how a party with that theme would translate to a place like this. lingerie and creative make-up came to mind. “i’m new to the hotel, too - just checked in about an hour ago, so i also missed the boat on that. bummer.” at the mention of using a tiara in roleplay, derek’s eyes flickered over the girl’s face before trailing over her body. she seemed every bit the princess, disney party or not. “i’m sure it wouldn’t have taken long for someone to offer to show you the world. before your carriage turned into pumpkin, of course. which princess would you have dressed up as?”
The woman was beautiful, wrapped in a summer dress and with her dark hair tied up in a bun. It made Lacey want to unwrap her, her dress and her hair, as if she was a gift just for her. She was taking in her appearance as she sat next to her, nodding softly at her surprise at the party. “Supposedly, yes. I only heard it from people talking around the hotel earlier. I’ve been here just a few hours longer than you, enough to take a short trip around the place.” While it was a shame the other woman had missed the party too, Lacey was selfishly glad that she hadn’t missed the chance to see her clad in a sexy costume. That would only have made missing the event an even bigger disappointment.
She smiled at the compliment veiled in a Disney reference, appreciating the cleverness of it. She liked to believe her carriage would have stayed a carriage if she was in Cinderella’s story, the idea of the magic of such a night turning into a smelly, old pumpkin making her quickly skirt over that particular comment. “Aurora, I think. Sleeping Beauty. Pink lingerie and a tiara seems both an easy costume and a sexy one. I know you only just heard about it now but who do you imagine you might have gone as?” she asked curiously, trying to imagine the woman in a similar naughty Disney costume.
The Disney event was Zachary’s first at the hotel, and it was… eventful to say the least. He hadn’t imagined how the night would turn out but was pleasantly surprised at the company he kept that night. The buzz in the air was thick, electric, and exciting. The high of the night kept folks going and he was excited for what the summer had in store.
After a nice workout and morning spent near the water, he showered off and headed down to the bar to hopefully find more sinful company, or just to enjoy some drinks by himself. Either way, it sounded like a good night to him. He ordered a drink and browsed on his phone until a soft voice called him into focus, setting his phone down on the bar as he peered over to her, a smirk gracing his lips at the sight. “Captain Hook…. but a little less clothed than normal.” He chuckled, turning to face her as she sat down next to him. “You definitely could. If you need someone to play a prince–or a villain–later, just let me know. I’m all for roleplay, especially if it’s kinky.”
Lacey was pleased when he immediately put his phone down once she addressed him. She would settle for nothing more than someone who gave her the attention she deserved and keeping a conversation while the other person’s eyes kept darting to the screen was a big turn off for her. So far, so good. She smiled, trying to imagine the man as a sexy Captain Hook. It was a shame she had missed that. “I should hope so, the normal version with the perms and the mustache wouldn’t do anyone much favor. I’d take a less clothed version of him any day.” She ran a finger along the rim of her glass, pretending to think over his words - even if she had already decided that she wanted to have sex with this guy the minute she laid eyes on him. “A villain would be preferable, I think. The prince charming can get a bit dull in comparison to a sexy pirate captain or the like. As for the roleplay, the kinky kind is the only one I engage it.” She was glad that they were on the same page. That was the beauty of this place, why she kept coming back. It wasn’t like finding sex partners back in New York City, where you had to tread carefully not to insult someone. Here, you could just state your desires and see if the other person matched them or not.
Truth be told, Lacey was rather disappointed that she had showed up to the hotel shortly after the Disney event had ended. She heard about it from the buzz of people around the shops and the pool, all of them talking excitedly about what a success it had been and she was vexed that she hadn’t gotten to make an entrance in a beautiful set of pink lingerie and a tiara, a chance to be an actual princess for a night, to be treated like royalty. She would have liked that.
Nevertheless, she tried not to let it bother her too much. This was her third stay at the hotel and she always had a good time here, Disney party or not. It was a nice breath of air from pretending to be the good girl she had to act like back home in New York. Here, she could be herself, and she celebrated that with pulling on a pair of sinfully short denim shorts and her bikini top and heading down to the bar. She went up to the counter, ordered a strawberry daquiri and looked around to see who else was at the bar. Spotting an attractive face sitting at the other end of the bar, she took her daquiri and sat down next to them. “So, what Disney character did you go as for the theme party?” she asked. “I only just arrived and admit I’m a bit disappointed I didn’t get to be a princess for a day but I suppose I could always break out the tiara for a bit of roleplay later tonight,” she mused, taking a sip of her drink.
☼ who’s that hottie, standing outside the love hotel? it’s CECILIA DUPONT, a PANSEXUAL FEMALE, who looks a lot like SOPHIE TURNER! LACEY’s insta bio says SHE is a 25 y-o TRUST FUND BABY and is looking for a fun time this summer. SHE is into BODY WORSHIP and BEGGING, but not into SCAT and FEET. by the way, she reminds me of VINTAGE TELEPHONES BY THE BED and PINK LOLLIPOPS. i have a feeling things just got interesting!
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name: cecilia dupont
birthday: june 11, 1995
nationality: american
orientation: pansexual/panromantic
gender and pronouns: female, she/her
occupation: trust fund baby (literally does nothing except live off her parents’ money)
positive traits: optimistic, outgoing, adventurous, confident
negative traits: spoiled, proud, stubborn, selfish
hobbies: parties, sex, piano, art, literature
kinks: more or less the same as mine which you can see here
background
this will be fairly short as she’s not super fleshed out yet and I’ll add to this as I start writing her :)
but basically she comes from a super rich family, very rich socialite parents and she has an older brother
while her parents work a lot (they’re both something business ceo like), they try to spend as much time with cecilia as they can and the time they’re away, when she’s with nannies, they make sure that she always has lots of material stuff, all the gifts
she’s so spoiled
she’s always been a goody-goody, straight A student, lots of curriculars, modest dresser, not sleeping around, probably does charity and goes to church and stuff
however around the time she started college (studying something business like) this all changed, and she realized she was just really tired of being so ‘proper’ so she started partying, sleeping around, drinking, all that jazz
she still keeps her nice girl front to her parents though, as she wants to be in their good graces and still get that $$
but they don’t keep very much track of what she does outside of family dinners where she just lies so she often goes away on trips like this one (it’s not her first stay at the hotel so she’d likely know other guests who are regulars as well) and she lets loose
her aesthetic is super ‘the babydoll’
also if you’ve seen cruel intentions, the cross necklace kathryn has is so her, like “wow I’m so religious” cross = filled with cocaine
oh btw only her parents call her cecilia, to everyone else she’s lacey
wanted connections
sugar daddy/mommy - she just wants someone to spoil her with gifts and attention
lots of hook ups probably, she’s a slut
her brother mayhap? anyone that can pass as related to sophie and is like 2-7 years older
someone who knows her from her facade life could be fun!! an ex or something??
