artemis 'stassi' devereux

Escort. Dancer / Dance Instructor. I've been here before.

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lorenzocaselli·:

Lorenzo hadn’t missed the change in bracelet when he had seen her up on stage. The sign that she was a free escort once more, it seemed he’d had perfect timing. “Well in that case I think I’d prefer a private room. Less noise.” At least he’d use that as an excuse when they both knew he had ulterior motives. He made his way out of the booth and led her over to the rope offed area that would lead to the rooms, paying for one of the red rooms. His hand found her lower back as he guided her to the room and let her in, following behind her before shutting the door behind him. He made his way over to the couch, moving some pillows aside before sitting down, his eyes on her. “Are lap dances now back on the table?” He inquired, his smile a little devious.

. . . . 

“Outside noise or from us? Because I happen to know that you can be worse at being quiet than me sometimes.” She smiled. The walk to the private rooms is a familiar one, though one she hadn’t made in quite a while now. It was where a good bulk of her money came from when she wasn’t in exclusive contracts. Stassi watched him as he made himself comfortable, and she toyed with the digital music system, until something more sensual came on - but something with enough of a beat for her to work with. 

Her hips began to sway, slow, yet fluid with the music. “They are. Among other things,” Stassi closed the distance between them and turned her back to the client, raising her arms to pull her hair up for a moment, to show her form beneath that white, laced dress. She lowered just a little, rubbing her ass against his lap, only to tease him for the smallest of moments before she turned to face him. 

Stassi’s hands slid over his knees, her perfectly manicured nails scraping at the material of his pants as her lips came close to his cheek. “Show me just how much you missed me, and I promise not to hold back.” Her lips pressed to his flesh. 

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lorenzocaselli·:

While Enzo wasn’t a fan of crowds, every now and again he enjoyed a night at Desire’s. He had a booth he would frequent, kept for just him while he enjoyed the show and had a few drinks. He had been glad for an opportunity to watch Stassi preform, it had been a while since he’d had the pleasure. “Hello gorgeous.” He greeted her, eyes roving over her and admiring her in the outfit she’d chosen. “I am, yes. You put on quite the show. Stunning as always.” He motioned to the empty booth beside him. “Have time to join me? Or shall I rent a private space?” 

. . . . . 

“I’m glad that you liked it,” she smiled. “Of course. I always have time for you, Enzo.” She meant that - she wasn’t just buttering him up. He’d always been one of her favorites, in the best of ways. He was attractive, well put together, and he knew how to handle her in the bedroom. “Though if you want more free reign... a private space might be better.”

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@lorenzocaselli​

“Hey, handsome. Long time, no see.” Stassi smiled as she headed off from the stage. She’d just finished her set, and quite a set it was. With her reverting back to her non-exclusive status, Stassi was able to freely wear a lot more of her outfits that she’d picked up. “Enjoying the view?”

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israelskelton·:

Israel looked up from the boxes he was moving, dark eyes resting on the other with an frown. You look like you want to ask me something. With that he picked up another box and shifted it, his eyes flicking back to the other as moments passed. Or not? That’s fine too I guess. He signed lazily, turning away again. Feeling eyes staring into him, he slammed another heavy box down. Barely catching the tail-end of their words, he stared down at the box for a long moment. The question still didn’t make sense. Wait- What had they said?

Can you repeat the question? I… wasn’t listening.

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. . . . 

“I asked how you were doing.” It had taken Stassi a little while to come and check on Israel. She wanted some time to pass first, as to not make either of them feel uncomfortable. But now, well... Here she was. “And if you wanted me to bring you lunch. You can pick from where. I could literally eat anything right about now.” 

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praavicordius·:

Hard Impact

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“Stop! Hey!! Fucking stop!” A deep, authoritative voice bellowed out and echoed against the streets and walls as a young wolf sped through the walkway and street as fast as he could with a paper baggie in his hand. “Swear t- don’t make me fuckin’ run!!” Abel was shouting as he ran fast behind. Though he was huge, he was incredibly fast, quick on the other’s heels until they rounded a corner. Abel taking the same corner a little too wide and slamming into someone on the other side with a foul curse and an impact that sent everyone flying. The man Abel was chasing getting out of sight and away.

. . . . 

She actually had been paying attention this time. Though Stassi didn’t make it a habit to get lost in thought, sometimes she couldn’t help it when she was out on her jogs. Especially when she had her music playing. But this time, she was well alert of her surroundings, and had stopped to stretch before she began her run — until one person rushed past her and the other rammed right into her. She was knocked down to her ass, and the small wolf let out a curse before pushing herself to stand. 

“Damn... Were the drinks at Desires that bad?” 

“He’s...” She put a hand to her hip, that had taken most of the impact, “Yeah. He’s gone.” 

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arlcnchevalier·:

As the other bumped him, Arlon made sure to reach out and steady her. More for her sake than his own. Grinning down at the familiar face, he tilted his head. “It’s hard to be in the real world when your mind is somewhere else ma cherie.” He offered. But smelling the other wolf on there, he kept distance between the two. Upsetting Jeremiel with his scent being on the other. “How’ve you been Stassi?”

. . . .

“It absolutely was,” the little wolf let out a laugh before shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I was just... I don’t even know. Not thinking, clearly.” She smiled. Arlon. One of the technically many that she never had an issue with. Stassi knew how to tread lightly. She wasn’t one to make waves. “I’ve been okay! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you! How are you?”

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Charlotte & Lizzie

The Perfection (2018)

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colt-kaine·:

Colt arched a brow, the slightest hint of a smile on his lips. He gave a nod, it was okay. He knew many wouldn’t have been as understanding, and unless someone gave him any attitude about it, he’d usually let it slight. “It’s okay. I’d just advise you try to be a little more careful about running through the city.” More for her own safety than others. “Well, you’re not bitin’ my head off blaming me for it, so I believe one should return the respect when it’s given.” And it was true, the girl has immediately taken fault and apologized for her actions. “I’d hope you wouldn’t. That’s how you find yourself in trouble.”

. . . 

“Oh, I definitely will — cross my heart, hope to not die.” The little wolf smiled. She rather liked her head being attached to the rest of her, and a client in the middle of a bitch fit on a bad day wasn’t the kind of person she wanted to physically run into. “Not the kind of trouble I’d like to be in, at least. A little is okay here and there. Keeps you on your toes,” Stassi laughed. “I’m Stassi, by the way. I don’t think we’ve crossed paths before.”

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praavicordius·:

Abel watched the beauty as he flirted.. she didn’t have a problem flirting back but Abel was guessin he was better off putting away the big guns. With a near sullen shrug of his broad shoulder, Abel relented and grunted as he downed the drink in one go. At her revelation that she was a dancer.. thick brows rose and Abels interest piqued again. Abel was never the type to miss an opportunity to see a pretty girl dance. Leaning back with his elbow on the bar, he shot her a charming grin and shrugged. “Basically. Even a cop’s gotta take a day off now and then right?” The wolf groused. Though his gaze flitted around, it landed back on her with accuracy despite how drunk he was as he rapped his knuckles for another shot. “Did I come to the right place?”

. . . .

“Exactly. You protect and serve, and you deserve to be entertained as well. Whether by drinks or dances. And you’ve come to the right place for that.” Desires was never lacking in beautiful dancers of any gender or sexuality. There was a dancer for everyone. Her brows raised and she smiled. Abel was definitely a cute one, but she didn’t think that Jeremiel would be too pleased with her actually hooking up with another client. She knew he wouldn’t, in fact. 

Stassi’s bright eyes took him in once more. “Full disclosure, I’m in an exclusive contract with a client. I can dance for you, if you’d like to see it, but the extra favors, I can’t do. I’m not saying that you want them, I just wouldn’t want to waste your time either, if you wanted more than I could give you. Even a cop’s gotta take a day off now and then, but I still gotta respect his time.” 

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thinblooded·:

“Well, glad you found a compromise if they are both that way.”

“Sure. The scene has been dry here tonight anyway. Other than your little run-ins with the dumbass. And I probably shouldn’t stay here drinking for too long. Can’t be ending up on someone’s doorstep and pissing them off or not getting paid for my time.”

He flagged down the bartender and paid for his tab, grabbing his jacket to follow the wolf.

. . .

“It really is. We don’t get very many slow nights but... this one has been very dry.” Stassi passed over some money to cover her drink before she walked outside. The air was changing so that it was cooler, but not uncomfortable. One could still go to the beach. Perhaps only the humans and mages would get a little bit of a chill. “It’s amazing how many of them have the money, but they still like to bargain. No way. Our time is equally as precious. If it wasn’t they wouldn’t even try.”

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thinblooded​:

“Maybe…” Olivier swirled his drink, before taking another swig. “Again, haven’t picked between them or even sure if I want to get tied-up with anyone outside the bedroom.”

He chuckled at her response about Ayden. “True. If the men in your life want to share, why not take advantage? Clearly you enjoy it, or you wouldn’t be smiling. And you’re welcome.”

. . . . 

“When the time is right, you’ll know if you want to choose between them or just choose no one. Super cliche, but super true.” Stassi smiled. “Share? No. Jeremiel isn’t the sharing type and neither is Ayden. But we’re somewhere in a happy medium. I’m okay with that.” 

Stassi finished what was left of her drink. “I’m going to head out. Want me to walk you by le Bordel? I can get a taxi from there.”

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colt-kaine·:

Colt was finding himself running into more people in a hurry nowadays. Literally. Here came another, and though she seemed to be running for her own leisure, her head was certainly not in the mindset of focusing. And so as he was talking to Le Bordel, she nearly collided right into him. He grunted and stepped back slight, swiftly reaching out to catch and steady her. “It’s quite alright. I’m okay.” He paused to look her over to make sure. “Somethin’ keepin’ your mind from focusin’ darlin’?”

. . . . 

“Space Cadet Stassi -- reporting for duty.” The little wolf gave a little salute as a joke. “I’m sorry. I was just thinking about a few things. I really should have been paying more attention.” At least he was kind about it. She’d run into some not-so-polite clients in Covaire before. Sometimes more often than not. “Thanks for being so understanding about it — I promise, I don’t go around bumping into people for sport.”