Rufus.

If you want it, I can make it. Employed by Jones Pharmaceuticals. Seeking the point and the purpose.

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“I am, I am,” Charlotte agreed entirely too eagerly and shifted and shimmied as her clothes were removed. She let out a happy breath once they were gone, but it was followed up with a moan. Gibberish escaped and her head fell back as he focused his attentions on her breasts. “I know! You are too,” she said as she wrapped her legs around him, scooting her bum on the table to get closer to him. “Uh huh, uh huh, you keep doing that, while I relish all this attention,” she cooed and leaned back more, propping herself up on an arm. Her other hand was free to tangle into and tug on his hair. 

As her hand wove into his hair, Rufus groaned softly and sucked on the pert nipple all the harder. He pressed one hand between her thighs and stroked the folds of her sex as his thumb circled over her clit. His other hand smoothed up and down her slim back, savouring the delicious sensation of her ivory skin under his fingertips.

[rufusxsullivan]

“Oh definitely like recognizes like. Though, you may be brilliant. Only time will tell. Only time will tell.” After all, one could be brilliant in many different ways. “I do have a few furnitures. A couch, a proper bed, and a closet. Then again, I also have a massive box for all of the toys I end up buying from here. I guess you could say at I’m part of paying myself.” She had to chuckle a little at that. Although, she was thankful for the discount she got at the toys she bought. “How long have you been in your current place?” 

“Brilliant?” He laughed at that, “I’m not so sure about that. I do know how to work hard though so maybe that’s my kinda version of brilliant.” He returned with a flirtatious laugh. “Couple years now. Once I went full time at work I was able to afford not to have roommates anymore. Took me a bit to find the place I liked that I could afford but it was worth it. Maybe you’ll come check it out sometime ... or you could show me your toybox?”

[rufusxsullivan]

“No, it’s not. It’s where my grandparents lived, but definitely not where I am from.” He’d been raised in a small town in no-mans land, and then he’d moved to study at Stanford, and since then, well, the rest was history in the making. “But it’s somewhere I have considered to move at some point. It’s a big place, potential for many clients, but that’s NYC, and Los Angeles too, or Miami. There’s many places one could move for clients.” 

“Definitely huh? So where are you from them, Doc?” Rufus acknowledged with a nod. “So small town people don’t get to be your clients? I guess they aren’t as fucked up? Or just don’t make you enough money?” He couldn’t resist ribbing the older man.

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“It’s not that I didn’t know I had that kind of appeal, I just didn’t bet on it being something that exuded from the mystery of getting to know one another,” he softened his arched eyebrow. There was no need to act up right now, no need to prove himself or his dominance. There were no eyes on him in a place like this, the dancers providing the best kind of distraction. “I think you might be cutting yourself too short, Rufus. There is nothing you enjoy doing other than– pharmacy work? No hobbies, or passions?” 

“So ... if I’m here and you’re here and since you seem to be in a disclosing mood and I’m just drunk enough to not be as terrified as I would ordinarily be .... can I ask something else?” Rufus asked, with his gaze on the stage but his attention on the man near him, “Do you have a family? Even a secret one somewhere? Or is the solitude, man-castle situation part of the mystique?” He then shrugged, “Sex mostly. I read sometimes. I study a lot to keep up with my job. That’s about it. I’m pretty boring.”

[rufusxsullivan]

Too wrapped up in the other’s reaction, nothing said for a long moment. The onslaught of apologies was almost amusing. Not that he could relate to such a thing.

“Was just wonderin’ if you’re alright, is all. Looked like you’re awfully close to blowin’ a blood vessel.”

“Oh ... oh fuck ... yeah, sorry. Had an argument with an asshole at the office and I was rehashing it in my head. You know how you do that sometimes? Maybe I’m the only one.” Rufus replied and then shrugged. “Anyway, how are you?”

[rufusxsullivan]

N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?)

“Oh yeah ... this is a fun game. I’ve been on both sides of it. It is a delicious kind of torture. Denial of orgasms, washroom control. I don’t usually do food control. Been hungry once or twice and nothing about it seems sexy to me. But as for the rest of it. Absolutely. With the right person, you can spin me in knots and play all the games you want so long as you don’t fuck with food or work. Joys of being a Switch I guess.”

[rufusxsullivan]

💃- Can you swing dance?

“I’ve never been much of a dancer and certainly not swing dancing but hell, I’ll try anything once. If anyone wants to teach me that is.”

[rufusxsullivan]

“Absolutely. Sometimes fate works out strangely doesn’t it?” She said with a smile, wrapping up the cuffs before putting them in the bag, adding in a little slip of paper that she kept easily available. With her own phone number, of course. Hey, he was fun so far. So why not? “Oh damn, why you already guessing my plan if anyone pushes me?” Laughing, of course she wasn’t planning on actually killing. Just… Dismembering. “Oh yeah? Maybe I should change out the couch in the living room eventually. Or actually get a dining table rather than just the box I sit on in the kitchen.” 

“What can I say ... I’m brilliant that way. Or like recognizes like I suppose.” He replied with a laugh and shrug. “I’m not surprised you can manage to perch your little self on a box. Seriously though. It makes you feel more at home to have a few real pieces of furniture. The only new things in my place are the mattress and a really amazing set of pots I picked up the other day.”

[rufusxsullivan]

“One can hope I can avoid HIPPA enough to make them entertaining at least.” Oh if he ever did that… Well, that’d be his retirement secured, that was for sure. “Oh… Yeah. That makes sense.” Laughing, he ran his fingers through his hair. Of course he’d misunderstand. “It was an opening, and I’d like to build up a reputation before I move on to a bigger city. Besides, homes are cheaper here, so I could afford a bigger place than in say… Chicago.” 

Rufus nodded, although he wasn’t precisely sure what HIPPA was. He’d look it up when he got home. Sometimes he wondered how much he missed not really finishing high school or if there was some stuff that no one really knew. He hated to look stupid so he did a lot of google searching when he wanted to know something more. “That’s makes sense. Is that where you are from? Chicago? I pictured the accent different if you were from there.”

[rufusxsullivan]

Charlotte let out a startled laugh when she was set on the table and leaned back so he could get her shirt off. “You next,” she purred and reached down to grab his shirt, yanking that off, far less gentle than he was. She was excited? So, you know, these things happen. She hummed and ducked down to unfasten those pants, but she used her feet, yes, her feet, to try and get them down. “Shh, it’ll work,” she said, knowing how ridiculous she was, and kissed him some more. Her hands unhooked her bra and tossed that aside before pulling his body against hers. 

“Greedy girl.” He teased as he let her strip him out of his clothes. He was far more focused on getting her naked as well. He had to laugh as she used all available limbs to get him naked. Cupping her bared breasts, he dusted slow kisses over the soft skin. “Fuck ...you are gorgeous.” He muttered as pulled one nipple between his lips and sucked on it until it formed a firm peak in his mouth. 

[rufusxsullivan]

The late night atmosphere was absolutely chilling. 

Moonlight barely illuminated the sky, and the air hardly stirred. The only light within the stretch of road was a dim streetlamp and the cherry of his cigarette; glowing and fading in intervals with each breath.  A perfect scene for some cheap thriller in his opinion. 

Yet he didn’t really mind it as much as probably should have.

It wasn’t until he was met with the unseen feeling of another’s presence, did he slow his steps. “You also on an extremely early walk at one in the morning?” he asked, loud enough for his voice to echo slightly. “Or are you just looking for trouble?”

Rufus had been lost in thought such that when the other man spoke, he nearly jumped right out of his skin. “Fuck me, man... jesus fucking christ ... you nearly gave me a heart attack.” Rufus exclaimed and then had to laugh at his overreaction. “Sorry ... was lost in thought. Shit ... sorry ... what did you say?”

[rufusxsullivan]

Luka’s eyebrow rose, his eyes remained on the dancer in front of him for just a moment as he listened to Rufus speak the way he did. He paused, and at this point Luka withdrew his eyes and slowly turned his head to bring his attention to the man next to him. “Sex god atomosphere… Is that truly the image I portray?” He scoffed, slightly taken aback by the forewardness of a man who had just been addressing him as Sir. Again, his eyebrow twitches when Ruf talks about finding someone, and about being alone. “Oh, that’s not the worst thing in the world, Sullivan. Far less complicated to stay just being by yourself; especially if you are content with solidarity.”.

Rufus nodded and sipped his drink. “Ah yeah... you didn’t know? Huh, interesting. I would have thought it was cultivated.” The way his boss was. Rufus was sure that the older man used his sex appeal as one more weapon in his arsenal to get what he wanted. He assumed Luka Frankson was the same. “I guess. I just ... I wouldn’t know how to do anything else.”

[rufusxsullivan]

“You know, if there wasn’t such a thing as client confidentiality, I could get some damn good movie deals based on the stories I’ve been told. Unfortunately, I should wait with changing them enough to not break HIPPA, until I’m done as a therapist.” He wasn’t planning on doing it in general though, at least not for many many years. “What brought me here?” He questioned, raising a brow as he brought his drink back up to his lips. “Hard to tell. I guess I just ended up here, not wanting to go home just yet after a dinner with a friend of mine.” 

Rufus had to laugh at that. “Well your eventual memoirs will be an exciting read at least.” He shrugged lightly, “Oh ... I meant the City. But nice to know I’m not the only one who doesn’t always just want to go home.” A dancer slid by the table but was waved over to another table. 

[rufusxsullivan]

[rufusxsullivan]

Charlotte didn’t think anything of how this could be construed as weird? It was just her life and she would life it how ever she wanted. Obviously. She whined when he broke the kiss and shook her head. “Whyyyy? Here’s fine,” she told him, obviously pouting, but then she wasn’t the one carrying her around. She attacked his neck with kisses and nips instead, tangling one of her hands in his hair, lightly pulling on it. Was she trying to make it so he’d give up and stay down here? Yes, yes she was, but she wouldn’t do anymore complaining if he carried her up there, either. 

Since the question had been more about the direction of the activity than location, he was satisfied with her answer. Rufus lifted her higher, turning her again until he could place her sweet bottom right on the old wooden kitchen table. Fortunately it was a sturdy piece of furniture that Rufus had refinished and polished it to a warm, dull shine. His hands start to pull at her clothing, tugging her shirt up and over her head before tossing it toward the couch.

[rufusxsullivan]

“That’s for sure. I’m pretty sure that there’s a wait in the office currently, for available appointments. It’s not like just one session is enough to figure out the issue like it’s in a doctors office, so usually we have to have the opportunity to offer at least a handful of sessions before taking on a new client.” Yeah, it wasn’t always easy to tell someone they needed to wait a bit before he could take them on as a new client. “There are times I have to write down to research certain things yeah, because it sounds just… Insane. Unbelievable. But, what I’ve learned after a year in this town is, whatever you think there’s no way will happen, will find a way to happen.”

“Not surprised. Wall to wall insanity and backstories that would make for good made for tv movies featuring reckless villainy and a passel of people with saviour complexes.” Rufus joked, “I’m sure there are a lot of those stories here.” His smile faded slightly as he realized he was just one more of those stories. Which is also how he found himself in a strip club on a weekday night, hoping for ... what, he could not have said. “So that said ... what brought you here, doc?”

[rufusxsullivan]

“nice to meet you too.” dominique shrugs at the man beside her as he drives off to the direction to her work. she’d usually stay quiet during car rides like this, but the man was kind enough to offer her a ride. she appreciates the way he’s trying to make conversation with her, so she responds, staring out of the car window. “i’m a bartender.” she glances at him for a moment. “are you from around here or some kind of wicked fate just brought you to town?”

“Bartender. That makes sense.” He acknowledged with a nod. He shrugged lightly, “I’ve been here since I was about 16. Just me so ...” Another shrug followed before Rufus continued, “I guess wicked fate sounds right. Besides have you ever noticed you hardly meet anyone who was born here. Most of us come from somewhere else. A city made up of outsiders.”