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15. Masturbating {chosen through number generator with no request made} status; accepting!
The idol had stayed the night, and through some good grace, had managed to secure a place in Jessica’s bed for the night - and when the escort had awoken early that morning, Amber was still sound asleep tucked up against a pillow of hers nearer the wall in which the bed was pushed towards. Restless, Jessica had gently climbed from the warm sheets and stretched, much too awake to try and sleep some more; with a silent sigh, she’d gotten dressed and wandered from the room to leave the other snoozing away with the precious few free hours she had.
Alas, when checking the fridge for something to make breakfast with, the escort noted her dangerously low milk level - a twist of her nose in mild annoyance and then car keys were collected to her hand, deciding to quickly slip out of the apartment to grab a carton before Amber would wake and find her gone. The trip in itself would only take 15 minutes or so, give or take with traffic; and when she returned, Jessica opened her front door latches so very gently as not to wake what she thought would still be a sleeping idol.
Tiptoeing inside, the fresh milk was left on the kitchen table and her purse too - thinking perhaps it best to have a quick peek in at Amber to see if she’d roused somewhat. Jessica makes her way softly along the hallway, socked feet taking her to the bedroom door where it was opened swiftly but silently.
Yet eyes would widen, teeth sliding straight out onto her lip to keep a small, shocked splutter of laughter to herself with the sight of Amber suddenly jerking, a hand quickly pulled from beneath the boxer shorts she preferred to wear, the bedsheets shoved down to give space and clearly, the escort got the full view.
Quickly, she slams the door shut and hands cover her face, mouth broken into a wide grin and only the escort would find it so amusing to have caught Amber jacking (?) off.
“I’m so sorry–” She calls, snorting a little with poorly contained laughter. “I’ll leave you be and get breakfast!”
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16. Taking suggestive pictures status; accepting!
in response to the muse -- Kyungri
She’d been wearing her smirk for some time now - ever since the text messages had come flooding in from the one and only Kyungri. Jessica had been with a client, having lunch whilst listening to some terrible story of how his wife no longer cared about his golf (as if she did), the tea clutched her hands serving as the only distraction to an otherwise stale conversation. However, the man was careless and unobservant, which meant, Jessica was able to sneak a few glances beneath the table to check her emails on her phone.
Yet it was a multimedia message from Kyungri that had caught her eye in an instant; and she was ne’er disappointed with the female. The image was pulled up and an explicit image of the pretty little thing with a choice of toys nestled in her mouth would soon appear with the caption;
I miss you~~ <3 Hurry home.
Jessica had a stifle a laugh when she replied, and soon, the images were coming steady and frequently. An impatient thing, Jessica had to eventually excuse herself from the client and had driven home at dangerous speeds. Silently but determined, she had recognised the background to the photos as her own bed, she sped through her apartment’s front door and was headed down the hallway at record speed.
The door was pulled open and a flash of a camera would sting her eyes briefly, watching the orchestration of one of those famous images; Kyungri’s phone angled straight between her soft thighs.
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9. Wearing just a towel status; accepting!
in response to the muse -- Taecyeon
If there was one thing Jessica really just found irritating, it was getting caught in the rain -- she just hated the smell of it, the way it stiffened clothes and the utter chill it drove into her bones within mere seconds of meeting her flesh. Always, when having gotten caught up in a wet spell, the escort would surely be a victim of some cold no matter the time of year.
Her only saving grace this time was that she hadn’t been stuck in the rain by herself; accompanied by Taecyeon (her own request, she didn’t like shopping alone), it was when they were leaving a Chanel boutique empty handed, she just couldn’t find something that caught her eye. The heavens opened and poured straight, heavy rain down upon them both. Her hair was soon soaked and dripping, not to mention her precious dress too. Miserable and wet, it was Taecyeon who obviously felt bad enough that he offered her a shower at his own home - closer than hers.
Fast forward the reel, and the escort was now warm and blushed a gentle pink from warm water; a warm, thick towel wrapped up on her thin frame and damp hair hanging around her shoulders. However, she needed something dry to wear and had the thought in her head to quickly slip into his room to borrow some sweatpants and t-shirt. As fingertips found the doorknob of the steamy bathroom, the lock was turned and the door opened but Jessica’s gaze found the sight of a bare chest staring her straight back in the eye.
A minute it took her to recover before she’d glance up with a raised brow. “Now now, if you wanted to share with me so badly, you should’ve said so.”
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10. Wearing sexy lingerie status; accepting!
in response to the muse -- Seolhyun
She’d dropped by to pick up some shoes once lent to Seolhyun; car keys strung from a folded set of knuckles, handbag jingling softly with a plethora of key-rings hugging the leather strap. The escort is the picture of her job, on her way to a client in fact; all she needed where those black Jimmy Choo’s. Upon arriving to the girl’s door, Jessica had rapped softly on the wood with a hand; true, she was arriving unannounced but figured it wouldn’t be so much of a deal with her flying schedule-- only, no answer would come after several minutes.
She begins to grow a little dissatisfied; putting a hand out to try the front door’s handle and with gentle surprise, finds the door comes undone beneath her palm. The latch had been left off, but often she knew Seolhyun would forget to lock up when she was home. Stepping inside, Jessica slips free of the shoes she’d worn over, putting toes onto the colder floorboards with a soft call out into the home.
“Seolhyun? Darling?” She asks, waiting a second but finding no response. “It’s just me-- I was wondering if you have those shoes I gave to you some time ago--.”
A frown on her brow, concerned now with the silence and lack of locking the door. Had she walked in on a robbery? The escort patters ahead, finding a din of music playing from the bedroom. Ah..... that brat.
“Gotch---” Jessica was about to exclaim with a surprise burst through the bedroom door, but she was tongue-tied with the image before her. A young, slim and quite attractive female laced up in silk and expensive glittering lingerie. A pop of her lips and Jessica cocks a brow.
below the surface, everyone is pretty complicated. based on your answers, you will find out that three traits are important strands in your personality.
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AMBITION
You have a strong sense of potential and an intense drive to accomplish difficult things. The core of this is your ability to hold together the big goals and the daily efforts. Where other people’s hopes collapse when they encounter the tedium of the journey, you keep coming back. Oddly, it is actually your ability to endure feeling unheroic that counts. You know the power of working away solidly on what’s in front of you.
SENSITIVITY
You have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. Expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. It can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. But you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.
PLAYFULNESS
You are good at seeing what’s funny, at relaxing and finding the pleasure of the moment. Play is random, whimsical, fantasy-driven behaviour which releases internal tension. Because it is detached from some pressures it allows you to act on weirder, perhaps neglected, parts of yourself. The downside is that it is no help in sticking with things that are not much fun but which need to be addressed. So it is well complemented by its opposite, Stoicism.
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Her hand reached out in slumber, aiming to meet with the warmth of Jayden’s chest, but fingertips met nothing but the cool, untouched sheets that lay on the opposite side of the bed. The emptiness felt wrong even to her snoozing mind and slowly, the escort draws long lashes open, blinking once in confusion when her palm runs down the empty space beside her. Slowly, her elbow lifts her body and she rises from the spot previously curled up upon, eyes checking the time displayed on the alarm clock next to her. 1 AM and he had meant to be done an hour ago.
Hands push the covers away from her legs and dressed only in a t-shirt and some underwear, Jessica slips out of the bed to wander from her room - toes pattering on the hallway floor softly until she turns into the living area. Spread out on the coffee table are various photographs, all sectioned off into collectives, the device itself sitting nearby. She approaches from behind the sofa, and peering over, she finds him. Bent over the images, shoulders hunched and a hand running through his hair. He looks stressed.
Stifling a yawn, Jessica climbs over the arm of the sofa to reach his side, arms curling round his middle and cheek laying on his back. She must’ve surprised him for he stiffens at first initial contact before relaxing. “Come to bed darling, work can wait until the morning-” She mumbles through yet another yawn, her eyes already closed, saying gently with him.
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Her dreams were disturbed, once subtle dozing now a havoc of monsters and demons; eyes flickering behind closed lids, chest rising with quickened breath until a jerk of her leg has the escort startled and very much awake. What meets her gaze first is the sight of her bedside locker, the alarm clock displaying the time to be 3:57 AM - blinking away in red digital aesthetic, darkness creeping around it in the absence of light. Jessica inhales softly, lifting a hand to rub across her forehead before glancing behind her shoulder for what she would have expected to be Sooyoung fast asleep.
But even in the darkness, she can’t sense a warmth of another body and soon an arm is thrown out, feeling the sheets for her guest but her fingertips turn up empty. She glances to the open bedroom door, catching the peek of light from what she’s guessing is the kitchen judging by direction. Confusion crawls across her head and the blankets are pushed back, feet slipping from beneath to touch a cool floor - rising to her full form. Softly, Jessica patters to the door, pulling it open before slipping out with a yawn.
Her path sidles along the hallway, reaching the archway into her kitchen where an image of an exhausted, but still very much awake Sooyoung greets her. The female is sat at the table, a glass of water before her, filled to the brim but untouched; she’s braced on her elbows, head hanging and knees slack. Jessica waits for a silent moment at the doorframe, taking in the saddened sight before crossing the space between them.
A hand gently curls round Sooyoung’s cheek, drawing her face up where Jessica will bend, putting lips to her forehead in a solitary move. “C’mon,” She murmurs quietly. “Back to bed.”
