THAT GIRL, IS A GOD DAMN PROBLEM. WE’RE HELL RAISING, AND WE DON’T NEED SAVING. ‘CAUSE THERE'S NO SALVATION FOR A BAD GIRL. WE’RE ROCK BOTTOM. BUT THERE AIN’T NO STOPPING. ‘CAUSE THEY DON’T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT LOVE. WE’RE HELL RAISING, AND WE DON’T NEED SAVING. ‘CAUSE THERE'S NO SALVATION FOR A BAD GIRL.
Morgan chuckled softly, grinning as she came to a complete halt before Isabella, “Darlin’ when you book me you’re always gonna get a show.” she replied with a laugh. Morgan was a showgirl through and through, had been since a child. She would always give a show to her favourite guests though, and that included Isabella. “So, what do you think?”
Her hands drifted to Morgan’s attire, fingertips brushing over the red lace, hooking beneath straps, toying with the woman uncaring about how saw. The mistress was certainly not complaining about the show. “I love it.” She replied simply, “If the judging were up to me, you’d already walk away the winner.”
Daniel was angry, the sight at the front of the Dollhouse more than he cared to witness and it was a sign that his presence was needed more than ever. He had to remain undercover, as though he’d never seen something like this before and the frightened faces around him softened his reactions. He walked up to one of the more distraught individuals and crouched to be level with them, his face filling with a level of concern. “Just take a deep breath, you’re safe now,” he lied, knowing he couldn’t promise that at all.
Isabella had only walked into the dollhouse to catch a glimpse of the rumored performer, not intending to stay, she wanted to get back to Damien. Then the curtains rose, and her body instantly froze where she was, unable to move as security descended upon the building. It was like something out of her childhood, something she thought she had gotten away from. These murders were really getting to her. She glanced to the other when his voice broke her trance, taking a few seconds to blink away her shock. “I’m not worried about my safety, I can handle myself.” She told him, perhaps a bit rudely, though that tended to be her voice no matter what.
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First kiss?
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First time doing oral?
First time having sex?
Turn Ons
Biggest turn on?
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Quickest way to get horny?
Weirdest thing that ever turned you on?
Top 3 places to be touched?
Ultimate fantasy?
Do you like the idea of a three or moresome?
Do you send nudes? Do you like receiving them?
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Oldest person you’d sleep with?
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What’s the most attractive part of the body?
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Could you go through with a hookup at a strangers house?
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Have you ever been made to/made somebody beg for it?
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Send a kink with this number. Do you have that kink?
Masturbation
Do you own sex toys? How many?
Favourite Sex Toy?
What do you masturbate to?
How often do you masturbate?
How often do you use sex toys to masturbate?
Do you masturbate with penetration?
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Oral
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For people with dicks…
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Do you finger yourself?
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Do you squirt?
Sex
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How loud are you in bed?
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How good are you at dirty talk?
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Ever had somebody say no to a kink you suggested trying?
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How many orgasms can you have in a day?
How many other people know your dick/bra size?
What do you wear to bed?
Do you eat ass? Do you like having your ass eaten?
Try to describe how orgasm feels for you.
Have you ever been to a strip club? How was it? If not, would you?
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Do you name your genitalia?
What would be your stripper name?
Any funny sex stories?
What food if any would you use during sex?
Would you give somebody a sex toy as a gift?
What’s the weirdest porn you’ve ever seen?
Do you often get horny in public?
Ever used something that isn’t made for sex in the bedroom?
Have you ever walked in on somebody or been walked in on?
From the second Damien had woken up, his thoughts had been on the only Valentine that mattered to him. Isabella. Their previous valentines, the whole day spent in bed, were memories fresh in his head, as if they had happened yesterday. He couldn’t help but drink in how she looked as she opened the door, committing every detail to his memory; especially those damn red earrings. The earrings he’d bought for their first wedding anniversary. “You look–” She knew how she looked. That was the point. She was well aware of the effect she had on him and, not unlike now, she was using that as ammunition. “We didn’t agree a time, Bella. So I’m perfectly on time by my standards. But happy valentines.”
The mistress stood still, allowing her former husband to examine each and every part of her attire before turning to walk back into the room, assuming he would follow. She just needed to put her shoes on, so she walked over to a chair and sat, slipping on the heels with ease. “Did you want to do anything specific?” It was a bit odd, something she never thought they would do again, Bella would be lying if she said that she was in foreign territory, however she intended to play it as cool as possible. “By the way, she is my favorite escort, you go pick another.” Added she, glancing up to him as she stood and didn’t bother pushing her dress back down.
She may not see the point in the day, but it didn’t stop her from fulling indulging in the perks of the job as such, which is how she ended up at Bellisimo for the outfit contest. She had no intentions of entering, she just wanted to show the others how it was done. Donning the red and black lace set, she’d brought her own devil horns to complete the piece. A devious grin tugged at Morgan’s lips as she strutted up to Isabella, doing a twirl as she showed off her outfit with a grin, doing a twirl for the other woman before coming to a halt.
Bella nodded to one of the shop girls as she spoke, turning her head slightly to the doors, as she watched people arrive and shed their coats, the mistress took note of each and every single outfit. One look made her smile, and give her full attention to the model with a quirked eyebrow. “When I put in a reservation for you, I didn’t expect a show as well.”
Isabella didn’t need to go to Bellisimo, and she was still trying to decide if she was or not. However, she did know that she would spend time with her ex husband today, so she took her time getting ready to look absolutely edible. Each piece of her outfit was chosen carefully, right down to the red earrings that were a gift from him long ago. A knock at the door caused an evil smirk to appear on her face. The brunette took her time walking to the door, opening it slowly. “You’re late.” Said the vixen.
“Nah, just end up making him hate his brother, not be able to look at you without picturing me i’m sure you really want that.” he shot back. “Which is why I aint fucking you.” he snapped as he shoved his hands in his pocket. No matter how hot she was, he wasn’t about to risk his brother’s wrath. “No, just break a few bones.” he said as their eyes locked. “Do I really need a reason to not want to fuck my sister in law, jesus Bella, I mean, you got along great with the family, but I didn’t think you were that sadistic.” he snapped as he took a step back unable to tear his eyes away from her. “And no offence, you’re not really worth getting murdered over. I mean, you know his temper as well as me, and I never assumed you were stupid enough to piss him off that bad.”
Isabella rolled her eyes, “You’re so stubborn, Eric.” She had to admit that his brother was no different, only angrier, so she was far from surprised. The mistress knew the Steele family well. “He won’t break your bones.” She told him, shaking her head with a bit of a laugh at how amused she was at the situation, begging her former brother in law to fuck her, or at least eat her out. All to burn her ex husband for standing her up. “I’m not your sister in law.” She snapped, disregarding everything else he said to correct that one statement. “He pissed me off, he’s asking for it. He begged for me to go out with him again, and I agreed, then he stood me up. Simple as that. He needs to be punished.”
Morgan loved getting requests from regular clients, in particular Isabella Maddox, a favourite of hers and it was obvious by the requests that she was one of the guests in return. Then again, it was easy to enjoy Isabella’s company given that the woman expected nothing of Morgan beyond the casual fuck, and if she did, she didn’t put any pressure on the woman. She put on the most recent gift from the lingerie designer, the white lace complementing her tanned skin perfectly, before she slipped on one of her favourite little black dresses and a pair of heels for the walk from the cabins to the hotel. Not the most comfortable experience, given the cold climate, but she managed and soon enough she was knocking on the guests door. “Well, well, well, it’s about time you asked for me sugar, was startin’ to think you moved on from me.”
Isabella had been rather busy with her ex husband lately, and slightly bitter at his need to fuck her favorite escort in the middle of her store had slightly spurned her from using said escort for a short bit. Though, the mistress could never stay away from her favorites for long. It was easy and breezy between the two, they got along outside of the sex, but they had a completely casual relationship. Isabella pulled open the door to her room with a sly smile, “I could never move on from you, you’re my favorite.”
Monica smiled sweetly, closing the door behind her boss. “Sounds fun,” she prodded, heading over for the pile of rejected choices from the people of Arcadia. The basket was heading for the wash, but she figured she’d need to stay up front to let Bella back out. “So what are we getting new? I love getting first dibs.” She grinned, setting the basket near the back and walking towards the brunette.
Isabella simply made her way to the back, bringing the package back to the cash register to use the counter. She set the box down, looking over the label to ensure that it came from the proper factory. “This should be a test piece, we’re trying out a new factory for assembly.” She told the other, not worried about spreading the information. Monica was always on her toes around Bella, she wouldn’t jeopardize much. The mistress opened the package and pulled out the red outfit. It should have been black, but she let the color slide when she saw they had sent three pieces, red, black, and a white. Isabella knew from the second that she held the piece it was not her size. Smirking, she glanced to Monica. “What is your size? I think this would fit you better than I, and I need to see it on.”
He had been wanting to unleash some tension, whilst the break up between Christian and Bella wasn’t as dramatic as they thought it was going to be, it was still not exactly how he’d wanted them to end. So, he’d thrown himself into work as a distraction, and when he spotted a different Bella across the way he couldn’t help but smirk as he began to walk towards her. “Just the person I’m glad to run into.” he began, and he dipped so that his shoulder connected with her stomach and he grabbed her wrist, the other hand wrapping around her knees so that he could lift her in a fireman’s lift over his shoulder. Slapping her ass he chuckled playfully, “So Bella, want me to fuck you here darling or shall we go somewhere a little more fun?”
She was simply on a mission to visit Bellisimo, nothing important, but Isabella didn’t have anything else to do, and she figured it would kill some time. However, it seemed life had other decisions for her, as she opened her mouth to greet Christian — her favorite male escort — only waiting until he finished talking to greet him, though the greeting never came. Isabella squeaked when her feet were lifted from the ground, “Christian!” She yelled, though laughing slightly as she did. He was one of very few who could do this and walk away scotch free, anyone else would regret it completely. “I thought I hadn’t rented you today.” Teased the brunette, “What’s more fun than out in the open? Now you have my interests peaked.”
Presently, Dante was wearing a sleeveless cop uniform complete with Aviators to complete the coolness factor, his tattooed arms in full display. When he saw a familiar face from his past in Bellisimo, he couldn’t resist. “You’re under arrest,” Dante said almost blankly in an attempt to sound robotic, just about sliding across the floor to greet the woman he knew from behind. “For that terrible thing that you did back then, in, uh, two thousand and… fifteen.”
Isabella froze, stopping every single reaction in her body to resist the urge to jump when she heard a familiar voice from behind, sleek smile sliding across her painted red lips as she began to process the voice, one she had not heard in quite some time. “Dante.” The brunette said, “Two thousand and fifteen? But officer, I’ve been a good girl.” Purred the mistress, turning to greet the face she hadn’t seen in ages.
Damien’s hands gripping onto her were held roughly, fingers pressing hard against her perfect skin and curves. Things between the pair were never vanilla and no party ever left the encounter without a mark or two to prove for it. It was why they worked. Both proud to be each others and for others to know it. Or at least they were. His tongue and fingers continued their fast, hard and unrelenting assault on her; knowing how much she needed it like that and the affirming moans from her lips only caused his erection to stir in his pants. This wouldn’t last long. He needed her. “Cum for me baby, let me taste you. I’ve missed it too much.” He pleaded between teasing movements, attention on her clit growing rougher as he gently rolled the nub between his teeth before allowing his tongue to dart out across it, his fingers curling and pumping inside her.
Pain radiated from each spot his fingers dug into, but she loved every second of it. Damien knew how much she loved the pain, and she was always pleased when he didn’t hold back. So many others held back, and she was tired of begging people to just be rough with her. She knew there would be marks in the morning, but she didn’t care, she missed the bruises he left her. Isabella’s moans got louder and wilder, body writhing against her ex husband. His words were the cherry on top, and within the next second she was completely undone above him, body flooded with pleasure, eyes closed as the feelings crashed over her in waves. “Fuck, Damien.” Mumbled the brunette as she began coming down from her high.
“And what, you think he’s gonna believe you over me. Are you really that fucking terrible that you’d ruin his life.” he shot back shoving his hands in his pockets and looking at the ceiling, avoiding her towel clad body. “And what, you magically think he’s still going to be okay with me fucking you, shit Bella, you’re like my sister, that’s fucked up.” he said as he finally looked at her. “Put some clothes on woman before you get both of us buried alive.”
He did have a point, and her ex husband would likely break a few things on him should they actually have sex. “It wouldn’t ruin his life.” She responded plainly, “It might ruin your’s...” Added she, trailing off at the end. It was fairly true. Isabella did know her husband, as much as she liked to stubbornly believe otherwise. “He wouldn’t kill you if you just ate me out.” Offered she, head tilted to the side, eying his every reaction, a pleased smile on her face when he finally liked at her. “Why?”
