multimuse blog with iridescencehq. featuring: winter navarro (waitress), beckett "beck" bartlett (head chef), roxelana "roxie" demir (escort), felix marks (member), delilah boudreaux (escort).
“Casper!” Winter saw the head of security at the edges of the after hours club. Having finished her shift, she bounded over to him, smile dazzling. “Hey! So, look. I wanted to thank you. For how you handled that fucking asshole tonight.” Sure, Winter could handle herself... but it looked pretty bad for business if the waitress slapped every guy who got a little too handsy. It wasn’t that Winter always minded, but even she had standards, and the guy had been well below. “Are you off duty? Lemme buy you a drink.” / @sultry-dame
Kane had met the beautiful blonde a few nights prior, one of those types of nights that even for a man that lived a very sexual life would stick in his mind. There were alot of women in his life that he enjoyed fucking, but there were only a couple dozen that would linger in his mind and cause him to want more and Delilah was very much one of them. He saw her sitting at the bar, probably waiting on a client for the night but instead of leaving he slid into the booth next to her. “Where’s your client for the night? Because keeping a woman like you waiting is offensive to me. I’m actually angry that someone would dare do that” his lips holding a small smile on them as he spoke.
It was rare for Delilah to have her mind blown, but she’d experienced it twice so far with Kane. The first time had been the moment when he first approached her; he’d been the background of her phone’s lock screen for a time. She had all of his albums saved (and played over and over) on her phone... and suddenly, there he’d been, right in front of her. The second time he’d blown her mind had been that night. Although he’d certainly been the object of her fantasy before, she’d never dreamed it could be possible. But whatever fantasies she’d housed for him? He was even better. Delilah was nursing a glass of grenache rosé when he approached again. Immediately, she lit up. “I was waiting for you,” she said, lips pressing upwards into a coy smile. “You just didn’t know it yet.”
The moment he met Roxie he saw that look in her eyes, the look of someone that knew who he was. He wasn’t sure if it was because she was from one of the areas that he controlled or perhaps she just knew more about the underground world than most. People that knew him had a way of looking at him with a combination of fear and hesitation. But over time that look had slipped away from Roxie and made way for a different look. As she walked into his room his eyes looked at her with a small smirk on his lips. “Hey beautiful” she was someone he had come to quite like. “Hope you don’t mind i got you for the night. Thought you could use a night off from the normal riff raff you deal with”.
She’d been scared. Terrified. Roxie had been insulated from her father’s business as she could be, but she’d never wanted to get involved. Not really. Her career had been an act of rebellion, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t still hold concerns. Roxie wondered, sometimes, if it wasn’t better not to know. So when she’d seen Antonio Perez... well. She’d known he was dangerous. And yet, she couldn’t help herself. From that first moment where he nestled between her thighs to the smirk he gave as she entered his room... she reiterated to herself over and over that the danger was nothing but a high. Lips poised in an amused smile of her own, she closed the door deftly behind her, pressing back against it. “If I deal with riff raff, what does that make you?” Her voice was soft. Nearly melodic. She wore an air of lightheartedness and beckoned Tony to her with a crooked finger. “You’ve no idea how pent up I actually am. How ready for you I am.”
❛ dan stevens, cis male, he/him ❜ was that felix marks i just saw walking through the club? the 37 year old has a reputation for being charming + demanding, which i guess is why they’ve been a member here since december 12, 2019. their paperwork lists that they are heterosexual and into power play + rough sex.
@iridescence-intros
don’t let anyone anyone tell you that felix isn’t a good guy.
he is a good guy. really. he is. but he just... sometimes has a hard time showing it. he’s the epitome of his heart is in the right place meets the ends justify the means. we’ll get there.
felix was born and raised in east sussex. it was a beautiful little place to live, and felix settled in pretty well. he had loving parents and a younger sister, and his world revolved around her. and, for her, felix was willing to get his hands a little dirty; once, she was accosted by some schoolyard bullies, and felix roughed them up so badly that one had to go to emergency to have his arm reset.
surprisingly, no one called the police.
as felix grew up, he realized that his only real meaning in life was protecting his little sister. he spent so long worrying about her, making sure she had everything she needed in life, that he’d forgotten to figure out what he was going to do with his life. so he began to try his hand at a lot of things.
he tried building things. he was decent with furniture, but it didn’t give him any joy at all. he tried sports. he could kick around a football and swim pretty fast, but it wasn’t exactly what he had in mind. and then, he tried music.
classical piano was something his family didn’t think could be lucrative at all, but felix was convinced he would be able to make it work. he practiced for hours on end every day, and by the time he was ready for university, he was accepted to a conservatory program in london. he was reluctant to leave his little sister, but... thought that he could do more good for the two of them if he could make a living wage.
so he left. he left, and his little sister fell in love with her first boyfriend.
it wasn’t a serious relationship, so felix tried to keep himself out of it as much as possible. but he did find himself following up. making sure he was treating her well. and the first time that young, dumb boy made her cry, felix quietly destroyed his car.
felix almost immediately got a job at the london philharmonic, and soon branched off on his own as a concert pianist. this was an excellent excuse to tour the world.
it was on one of these tours that felix met a woman who he thought he could maybe love. she was about his age, adorable in all the right ways, and she challenged him. with her, felix could let the reigns loose a bit and allow himself to give. and he did. he stopped obsessing over little things, stopped being such a perfectionist, and put his faith and energy into her. and they were good... for a time.
he always brought up the idea of marriage, but she wouldn’t (or couldn’t) commit to it. he let it go because he loved her.
but as all perfect things go... the relationship ended. felix was fine with it. sad, of course, but he could cope. until he got word from home.
his sister had left east sussex to move to new york city. she’d started working at a club. iridescence. so felix began to do research. what he discovered was shocking. appalling. not for others, but for his sister. she was an escort, and was therefore giving her body to anyone who could pay enough. what was wrong with her? felix asked for a residency with the new york city philharmonic and was accepted. he also purchased a membership to iridescence.
although it began as a way to keep an eye on his little sister, to make sure that no one hurt her (and to try to convince her to come home), he has begun to open up to the experience a bit. the cognitive dissonance really is amazing. so he’s bold. brash. he likes it when women hold him to task. and he really is a nice guy.
so for felix, the ends justify the means. if that means that he sticks around with a membership forever... well, then, he supposes that’s what he’ll do.
OTHER CONNECTIONS:
suggestions include:
little sister (i will be sending a wc for her soon!)
fans of classical music (he’s a veritable rockstar in the classical world)
someone he’s turned off by being a little... too intrusive
a favorite escort (someone who’s good at challenging him)
sure. i don’t see why not. i don’t really... have a female best friend right now -- or a best friend at all -- so i don’t know that it would be logistically possible, but i’m not opposed to the idea in theory. i think a best friend could really know you. what makes you tick. emotionally stimulate you. so yeah... i’m here for it.
how am i supposed to choose between the two? i’d say... late night primal absolutely rough tear-me-apart-limb-by-limb sex... followed by a night in one another’s arms. then in the morning... waking up with limbs intertwining, hips grinding against hips... and a sleepy morning love-making session.
❛ cindy kimberly, cis female, she/her ❜ was that winter navarro i just saw walking through the club? the 21 year old has a reputation for being idealistic + demanding, which i guess is why they’ve been a waitress here since june 1, 2020. their paperwork lists that they are queer and into group sex + asphyxiation.
@iridescence-intros
MEGA big dick energy here. and for good reason.
winter was raised in an actual commune in washington state, and although she knew who her biological parents were, the community didn’t really think of things that way. it was all about free love and expression and connection. so winter grew up believing that love is whatever you make of it (as long as it’s legal and consensual) and to be tied down is about as close to death as you can get.
she did fall in love once, with a guy who was passing by on a cross-country trip with his family. with her family’s blessing, she tagged along with them and made it all the way to new york city (where they lived).
things in new york city were very different from the life she was used to living on acres of gorgeous land in washington. it took a lot to get used to, but winter found love in the arms of plenty of beautiful, amazing people along the way.
she eventually got a job as a waitress in a wall street restaurant, which paid pretty well, but had the immense downside of having wall street pricks. she wanted more. this wasn’t love... and it wasn’t even lust. it was the desire to own or consume, and that absolutely wasn’t okay.
winter first experienced iridescence through a close friend who had a membership. she asked for a million stories (her friend’s own, of course). iridescence respected the community. loved what they gave. and the members all seemed to be the best of the best. so yes... winter immediately loved it and knew she needed to be part of it.
so she applied for a waitressing job, and started earlier this month.
fun facts: she believes that women are goddesses and absolutely deserve the world. if she sees a woman being mistreated, she’s going to swoop in and fix it. often, she does so with her vagina. she likes men, too, but views them mainly as vessels of pleasure.
she is wild and kinky as anything. she believes that (most) kinks should never be taken off the table. she’ll do anything once (save for anything with unsavory bodily functions) and if she likes it... again and again.
i’ll come back with more connection ideas later, but wanted to toss this up! feel free to come my way with ideas until then.
Winter - A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex?
just one? i have a whole playlist of absolutely filthy songs. as strange as it is, though, my recent go-to has been run boy run by woodkid. i think it makes me feel like i’m in some epic porno when i listen to the song. they’ve also got the instrumental version? lemme tell you... nothing wrong about it. take a listen and tell me i’m wrong.
❛ scarlett leithold, cis female, she/her ❜ was that delilah boudreaux i just saw walking through the club? the 24 year old has a reputation for being driven + guarded, which i guess is why they’ve been an escort here since february 29, 2020. their paperwork lists that they are pansexual and into facefucking + orgasm control/denial.
@iridescence-intros
hey there delilah, what’s it like in new york city? yeah yeah, i annoy myself, too.
but delilah was not a new york city girl. delilah was a louisiana girl, born and raised in new orleans. her life was pretty typical: she grew up in a catholic community with a small group of friends who were absolutely inseparable. she was the middle child, with an older brother and a younger brother. delilah’s parents assumed that her brothers would take care of her. and, in some ways, they did.
delilah’s older brother was the one who introduced her to the gambling life. he snuck her into harrah’s more times than she can count, and she fell in love with the world of competitive poker. it wasn’t much of a career, but given the fact that the boudreaux family came from poverty... no one else really had a better idea.
so delilah knew she would never go to college. she took on a job as a waitress when she turned 18, but her real money came from playing poker underground.
of course, once she hit 21 years old, she was off to the races, so to speak. she began to play in legitimate poker circles; everyone counted out the petite girl, until they saw her actual ability. she moved her way up the circuit, eventually being invited to poker tournaments around the country. but the real money came from the underground circuits.
delilah was raking in cash as quickly as she could blink, and she had big plans: she’d return to new orleans, buy her parents a place uptown, and make sure they were set for life. she’d pay her little brother’s student loans. but then a new york city underground game went completely off the rails.
delilah had been warned not to play in this particular tournament, but she figured... what did she have to lose? everything seemed to be going her way, but a man (who she later discovered was the kind of man who doesn’t exist on paper) had literally stacked the deck. delilah lost a million and went into huge debt.
she had no money to gamble, to earn it all back, and her head was on a veritable spike. she was given a year to get the funds and return them. the quickest way to earn her way to the top was... well... through selling herself. delilah found iridescence and put in an application. and although she didn’t have former job experience, she had drive. creativity. she had her looks and her charm. one year, she’s told herself. and in the meantime, she’s going to enjoy every moment of this insane life.
OTHER CONNECTIONS:
suggestions include:
anyone tied to the new york underbelly who she may have crossed paths with previous
anyone from new orleans! give her her home buddies!
former mob members who set up this gambling ring
family
friends
clients
her favorite/first client (there is a wc on the main for them!)
as always, if you have other ideas, i am open to them! lay ‘em on me!
Felix - Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you?
of course i have, darling. why? have you not? it’s terribly depressing if you haven’t, frankly. sex with multiple people is generally the best way to fully sate your appetite.
start on the bed, fuck so hard you roll onto the floor, then wear yourself out. and when you finally recuperate watching tv... get a second wind and fuck on the couch.
foreplay. obviously. foreplay doesn’t even have to be hours of making out, licking each other, anything like that. foreplay can be a morning text of, i cannot wait to ravage your sweet cunt later. or brushing your hand over their ass when you pass by them in a hall. anything to increase tension leading up to that grand finale. so if you’re not getting it? you’ve got the wrong fuck buddies.
11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?
i firmly believe that overtly sexy lingerie is completely overrated. if i want to be sexy, the sexiest undergarments i can wear are undergarments i don’t mind shredded. i prefer lace to simple cotton, cheeky panties, and bras that cut low, but... simple is better. it’s about what you do with your sexuality that makes undergarments sexy.
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19: Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower?
why must i choose? i suppose if i must... i’ll choose the bath. it’s easier to navigate. and... there is something so inherently sexy about getting fucked so hard in the bath that water sloshes the sides and you wind up with a mess and... yes. yes, i’d say that’s pretty nice.
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28: Favourite body part on the opposite sex?
it’s tough to pick just one. but if i had to? i’d say that spot right underneath a woman’s ear. you can nestle in, kiss it, nuzzle it. it’s a sensitive spot, so if you’ve got her back against her front, she’ll melt, and... likely grind back against you. couple that with arms wound around her? never fails.
a little bit of conflict never hurt anyone. i’m not saying... take anyone by force. but the best sex of my life has been after a good, old fashioned row. however, without a healthy fight, the best way to get me there is through filthy fucking words. tell me everything you want with me, and i’ll give it to you.
it used to be that i only wanted positions that precluded me from seeing someone’s face. like... reverse cowgirl, or doggy style. now? i use those for fun. i love being scooped up, winding my legs around someone’s hips, and being carried to be fucked against the wall. that’s my favorite position right now.
