#domcartr

[prcttybvby]

"Is that so?"

it wasn't every day that delilah ends up ranting to someone, but tonight, she has been so aggravated by some senior manager in her family's company that dom got the other end of her annoyance. glaring at him as she stalked towards him and bunched her fingers on the fabric of his shirt, she pointed out, "do you think this is funny?" considering how much shorter she was compared to him, it would probably look funny for someone looking in from the outside. the brunette looked like a tiny pixie trying to challenge a giant in this case. however, her aggravation only fueled the lust in her loins as her hazel hues turned into a darker shade. // @domcartr

[prcttybvby]

Dom

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗(she likes what she sees very much)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗(since she’s been a regular client of his, she does consider him somewhat of a friend)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗(why do you think she’d keep coming back for more?)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔(he’s an escort, she knows better than to hope for anything there)

[briarhqs]

Dom

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗(briar is weak for those blue eyes and that chiseled jaw of his)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗(he’s one of the persons that she gravitated to when she started working in indulgence and they’ve been pretty close ever since)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗(how can she not want to?)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗(she’s beginning to feel something...)

[chxrliedxnvers]

“What’s in it for me?”

“What’s in it for y-” pausing Charlie bit her lip, unsure how to answer. She was supposed to be training one of the new dancers, but he’d gotten sick, which meant the duo routine she’d been working on had no male partner, so when she’s seen the escort she’d figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask for a little help. “Well.. what do you want?” she asked, eyes wide as she looked him over carefully. 

[prcttybvby]

it was one of those nights where she wanted more than just sex, which was why she texted him to meet her in the lounge instead of her room. the brunette was thinking that they could have a meal first, get him those extra hours that she really wouldn't have any trouble paying for. a glass of lemonade was placed in front of her as she waited for him to arrive. fingers drummed on the table as she listened to the performance. however, her attention wasn't really there as she found herself looking at the entrance of the club for every thirty seconds. perhaps, it was a bad idea to get something to eat first since she could feel her body aching to be touched already as she crossed her legs together. maybe, it wasn’t too late to tell him to meet her in her room instead. however, before she could even get her phone to text him, she already noticed him entering the club. // @domcartr