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[17:55 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Hi! I just wanted to let you know I'm going to be around tonight. :) [17:56 PM]: Hey! :)[17:56 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I am getting some food and stuff, and I'll be around on-and-off to chat, and then I'll be properly around later on, say 7.30ish or so. :)[17:57 PM]: That's fine. I'm happy to talk, and whenever you are free, if you'd like to play or something, please do let me know.[18:01 PM]Master Seraph connected.[18:08 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I hope you've had a nice day. :) [18:09 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Today has been really, really dull for me at work! Usually, I do one or two interesting things, but all I've done is dredge through dull admin tasks. [18:10 PM]: It's been OK. I don't have a very interesting life, I've mostly just worked at the piano and then went to the shop.[18:10 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Oh, you are musical? I wish I was. [18:10 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I want to learn to dance. :)[18:11 PM]Ashleys Brothel: My life is dull, too. I seem to spend a lot of it sitting at a computer trying to look busy, or waiting for trams.[18:12 PM]: I'm musical, but I'm afraid dancing is not an option.[18:13 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I think life is fairly lacklustre for most people at present. This recession seems to have dragged on for most of my working life now.[18:16 PM]: Yes, it has been that way ever since I left school.[18:16 PM]Ashleys Brothel: It is starting to get a little wearing, frankly. [18:16 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I am popping out to get my tea at about 20 past, but I shouldn't be too long because it's only a two minute walk away. [18:16 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I live in the middle of a village. :)[18:17 PM]: Alright, thanks for letting me know. I'll be around, but I'm not actually chatting to anyone, I'm just using YouTube, so message me when you're back and I'll be here[18:18 PM]: Although don't feel obligated! I mean, if you have other people to talk to, other stuff to do, etc...[18:18 PM]Ashleys Brothel: No, I really want to chat and play this evening. :) [18:18 PM]Ashleys Brothel: It's not often you find someone so "in tune" with what you want on here. [18:20 PM]: I agree[18:20 PM]Ashleys Brothel: OK, I'm just popping out to get my food, I'll be back shortly! [18:20 PM]Master Seraph disconnected.[18:21 PM]: Cya[18:23 PM]Carissa Nicolas disconnected.[18:36 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Hi. :)[18:37 PM]: hi![18:37 PM]Ashleys Brothel: It doesn't take too long to get anywhere where I live. :)[18:38 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Do you live in a big city or a small place? I have to work in a big city, it annoys me.[18:38 PM]: I live in a city[18:38 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Ouch :([18:39 PM]: It's ok really, it's bettr[18:39 PM]: *better in some ways[18:39 PM]: sorry hit the return key by accident[18:39 PM]: I don't mind it.[18:40 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I find it too busy. I guess I just like my peace and quiet. We're all different! :)[18:42 PM]: Yes.[18:42 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I get panic attacks when places are too crowded.[18:42 PM]: Ah, that's bad.[18:42 PM]: I have a friend who has panic attacks, it's horrible.[18:43 PM]Xine Walters connected.[18:44 PM]Terry Twelve is now Looking.[18:45 PM]Lilly Dawn connected.[18:46 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I'll be around properly before long. :) [18:47 PM]: It's ok :) I'm eating oranges anyway so I can't type fast just yet myself[18:47 PM]: Sorry, by the way...some people dislike OOC chat. I'm fine with that, it's just weird for me *not* to talk normally, and yet to talk about explicit sex and stuff.[18:47 PM]Ashleys Brothel: No, I prefer it this way, too. I don't mind at all! [18:47 PM]: But stop me if my commentary on my oranges - ooh, a twin segment! - gets irritating.[18:48 PM]Ashleys Brothel: It would be weird to find out someone on here I played with lived in the same town as me or something, so I don't go deep into RL details, but OOC chat is fine. :)[18:48 PM]: Same.[18:49 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "Oh, I live there too! Hey, are you the girl who waits for the same train as me?" [18:49 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "Oh my god yikes I am never coming back on this site again I am so embarrassed."[18:49 PM]Ashleys Brothel: And so on. :)[18:49 PM]: Quite.[18:50 PM]: But I don't think knowing you take a tram or that I play the piano is going to help either one of us cyberstalk the other, so we should be OK :)[18:50 PM]Ashleys Brothel: No. :) Trams are pretty common now. [18:50 PM]Ashleys Brothel: As are pianos. [18:50 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Are you a good piano player? Have you done it a while? [18:52 PM]: I've played for a long time. I wouldn't say I'm good, but I'm proficient. But I just play for myself...I don't perform, or in a band, or anything[18:52 PM]Ashleys Brothel: That's always the best way. I don't have much of a competitive streak, and I'm not the world's best team player. [18:54 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I'm going to go and do the dishes, and then I'll be here properly, and not have such things hanging over me. [18:55 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I'll only be a few minutes. :)[18:55 PM]: That's fine. Actually, I'm going to make myself some tea[18:55 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I find it hard to RP when I know there are dirty plates that need cleaning. I'm weird. *blush*[18:55 PM]: So if I don't reply when you get back, I'm NOT ignoring you - just give me a minute and I'll be back[18:55 PM]: Haha! :)[18:56 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I like to get all my work-a-day rubbish done, and then really get into the RP. I'm sensing you're similar.[18:56 PM]Ashleys Brothel: See you soon! [19:07 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Hi. :) [19:15 PM]: Hi again, I'm sorry I wasn't around[19:16 PM]Ashleys Brothel: That's OK! :)[19:16 PM]Ashleys Brothel: You are one of the nicest people I've met on here![19:16 PM]: You too. Although that's not much of a compliment, as most of the people on here are utter jerks[19:17 PM]R B Nicci is now Away. [Getting some food][19:17 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Is there anything in particular you want to do together tonight? [19:19 PM]: Well, first, can I ask whether I did OK last time? I've not really played that way before, I wanted to make sure I didn't mess up[19:19 PM]Ashleys Brothel: You did wonderfully [19:19 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I really enjoyed it! [19:20 PM]: Me too :)[19:20 PM]: I'm glad we hit on some common interests[19:21 PM]Ashleys Brothel: One thing I'd be interested in, and probably not right away, but just a thought for the future and something to discuss, is to bring a black girl into the brothel.[19:21 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Last time I did this, it just attracted complete racist nutters, which I'm not interested in. What would be "fun" is just casual talk of that nature, rather than out-and-out abuse. Things like "oh, I've never been with a black girl before, babe," and "my spunk's going to look so good on your skin." [19:22 PM]Ashleys Brothel: That kind of thing. :)[19:24 PM]: I see. Well, I would want to approach it very delicately, I mean, I'm whiter than white and I want to be sensitive. But it does sound interesting, yes.[19:24 PM]Ashleys Brothel: It just links in with the dehumanising thing, rather than actually being racist. Her appearance is reduced to just another thing that turns the man on. [19:24 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I hope that makes sense![19:25 PM]: Oh, I see.[19:26 PM]: So like, a skinny girl, a busty girl, a blonde girl, all get comments, a black girl is the same? That makes sense to me, yes[19:26 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Yes! :)[19:27 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Have you had any thoughts? :) [19:28 PM]: Well, I like coming up with little backstories for my characters. I was thinking maybe one girl could have wanted to go university, but couldn't afford it because of fees. The teacher who'd encouraged her in school, now visits her in the brothel, giving her really patronising advice that it'll all be ok...[19:29 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I like that. Most of the time, I like it when the girl isn't known to the client first, though. It somehow seems more realistic if they're a total stranger. So perhaps he could be a schoolteacher, but not hers? [19:29 PM]: Oh, sure[19:30 PM]: Maybe he just got her to tell him about herself. "Oh you wanted to study History? Wow, I'm a history teacher! Yes, I think all of my Sixth Form class at St. Poshington's are going to university this year. Why don't you stop worrying about that, and just get down on your knees, sweetie..."[19:31 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I like status differences. I get bored when it's a super-rich man, because there's no real challenge there. But when it's just a guy with a normal job, or a slightly above-average job, it's hot.[19:31 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Or when the man has had to save for a while, to have his night at the brothel, that's fun too. :)[19:33 PM]: Ah, I see. It's almost more degrading, actually. The little middle manager who sees his one night there every two weeks as a bit of a "treat" for himself.[19:33 PM]Ashleys Brothel: This is perhaps a love-it or hate-it subject, but how do you feel about... sweat, and scents? [19:34 PM]Ashleys Brothel: The man who's come straight from work, sitting in a warm office in tight pants all day, or driving a truck, with the obvious effects on his... scent, down there? [19:35 PM]: Ok, that's something that, in real life, I find rather disgusting. I mean I know people sweat, and they can't help it, but still...take a shower, jeez. In *roleplay*, it's completely different. It can be quite fun - for me, not for my character! - because it's so evocative.[19:35 PM]: So when I say, yes, I do like that, I don't mind that it's a "kink" for me. It's absolutely NOT. But it's simply something that, in roleplaying, makes a scene more interesting.[19:36 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Oh no, I meant in roleplay! In real life, I'd send him packing. But... it's the contrast again, the juxtaposition. The girl's made herself all pretty and sweet-smelling, and he's just rolled in straight from work, his cock all sweaty and musky as he takes it out.[19:36 PM]Ashleys Brothel: The girl having to make little comments. "Oh, sweetie, did you not have a little wash before you came out tonight? That's OK, hunni, don't you worry about it..." [19:37 PM]: hunni - that's cute.[19:37 PM]R B Nicci disconnected.[19:37 PM]: Well, yes. For me, it accentuates the unfairness. All the effort the girl has put in to making herself pretty and presentable, and the guy can't even be bothered to rub a washcloth over himself. It's how society works, in microcosmic level :)[19:39 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Yes, it's such an unfair situation. In the mornings, she fills in so many job applications, but in the afternoons she's there, on her knees again. [19:40 PM]: And it's actually true. You go on any website, and the comments about women will all be "ugh, she's put on 2 pounds, she's so fat!" or "ugh, is that a hair that hasn't been photoshopped out? Yuk!", and yet all these comments are probably coming from total basement dwelling neckbeards who can't be bothered to wash. So I take out my frustration by exploring it as a bit of a fantasy.[19:41 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Yes, and porn websites. I don't visit regularly. [19:42 PM]Ashleys Brothel: But the concept fascinates and disgusts me. Quite attractive and pretty girls, taking their clothes off, degrading and exposing themselves for the gratification of some of the least attractive men, sitting at their computers, touching themselves while these girls who wouldn't look twice at them in real life show their breasts for them. [19:42 PM]Ashleys Brothel: If that makes sense.[19:43 PM]: Exactly.[19:43 PM]: I like making my characters attractive, and then putting them in a situation where they have to be with someone less attractive, more because of financial circumstances, or something like that[19:44 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Yes. And age, as well. These pretty, youthful 18-20 year old girls, and the people watching them are 30, 40, 50...[19:44 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Grunting at the computer. "Mmmgh, yeah, show us your tits, babe..." [19:46 PM]: Even the men in porn are often old and ugly. There's no pretence of it being fair. Yet I imagine when these girls turn like 21, they're already "too old"[19:46 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I guess they're chosen because they have big, disgustingly veiny cocks that spew out unreal amounts of degrading, humiliating salty semen.[19:47 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Can I make a confession? [19:47 PM]: Yes, of course.[19:47 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I don't like sex in real life. I have no real interest in going out and meeting a partner.[19:47 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I have fantasies, and fetishes, and physical needs, and I find that doing things like this is more satisfying.[19:48 PM]Ashleys Brothel: *blush*[19:49 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Did I scare you off? [19:50 PM]: No, not at all :)[19:50 PM]: That must have been hard to admit...thank you for sharing.[19:50 PM]: Ok, there's no way I can respond without telling you this: I am in a wheelchair.[19:51 PM]: I do have sexual fantasies, but sex itself is something that is necessarily complicated for me.[19:51 PM]: Sometimes just playing out fantasies is easier for me.[19:51 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I don't find actual sex easy, too. It's awkward and usually hurts. [19:52 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I find it vaguely disgusting, so that really comes across when I roleplay, I guess. Except in roleplay, the disgustingness is a turn-on, rather than something that makes me want to go and sob in the bathroom.[19:53 PM]Ashleys Brothel: So yes, playing out fantasies is easier for us both, I think. :) [19:53 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I'm scared of frightening you off! [19:53 PM]: Not at all.[19:54 PM]: I don't necessarily agree with you 100%? But I absolutely don't judge you for thinking or feeling that way.[19:54 PM]: So, please, I'm not going to be frightened off.[19:54 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I don't really judge anyone. [19:54 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Except the guys who say "I'm a dragon-mouse hybrid with seven heads and six cocks, can I come and visit the brothel?" on here.[19:54 PM]Ashleys Brothel: To which my reply is "yes, as long as you bring a mop and a fire extinguisher." [19:55 PM]: lol[19:55 PM]: Awww, I don't mind the furries. I *absolutely* don't want to roleplay with them. But I think it's a nice they have a place to play.[19:55 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I'm only really interested in RPing with human characters. I like realism, I guess. [19:55 PM]: The ones I don't like are the children...not like a 16 year old girl, but like, a sexually active toddler...or the weird "herms"[19:56 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Yes, the "herms" are just men who can't get any RP as a human male, I guess.[19:56 PM]: Yes, I'm only interested in humans. Furries don't offend me, I just don't want to have sex with a hamster.[19:56 PM]: Yes, they are.[19:56 PM]: It's an excuse for them to be really sexist and to ask for anal sex, is my theory.[19:57 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Perhaps the reason there are so few good, intelligent human male characters on here is that they've all got bored of the constant ads wanting a "female / shemale / herm." [19:57 PM]Ashleys Brothel: The "shotas" annoy me, too. I don't see the point - they are like young kids with adult-sized sexual organs and stuff. [19:58 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Anal sex is grim, I never even roleplay it.[19:58 PM]: Yes.[19:58 PM]: I agree on all counts.[19:59 PM]: As for anal...yuk. No way. And guys obsessed with it is a bit of a red flag to me. They're just porn obsessed losers.[20:00 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Facials are something that have come from porn, and in real life it's disgusting, but in roleplay it's a fun way of degrading and humiliating a losing character. But they aren't physically painful, and it just washes off. Anal is just violence.[20:01 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Most of the time, I don't even want to roleplay sexual intercourse, because I find it dull to type out. *blush*[20:01 PM]: Sex scenes are pretty boring.[20:01 PM]: Oral scenes, or even scenes where it's just like mutual masturbation, have so much more opportunity for dialogue, for background, for detail.[20:01 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Sometimes I allude to it during a scene. Like the one we did last night, with the two girls talking. I might mention it in passing, but not go into detail, leave it to the imagination. [20:02 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "I thought he seemed like such a sweet guy, but then he... he just loomed over me, and you know, you can always tell when they want to... to do THAT to you. Eww. He did."[20:02 PM]Ashleys Brothel: That would be enough for me. :)[20:02 PM]: Ah, I see[20:03 PM]: Yes, I think discussing sex acts in the past can be interesting[20:03 PM]: But acting them out is a bit weird[20:03 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Or analysing it together. "Why do they always want to DO that? They get off however, if I just use my hands, or my mouth. So why did he want to lie me down and do that to me? It's a power thing. Always is with men, isn't it?"[20:05 PM]: Mmm, yes. That kind of thing I haven't really done before, but it works well for this premise[20:06 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I often like roleplaying scenes where the man just masturbates to get himself off during the conversation and dialogue. *blush*[20:07 PM]: That's a good idea, although I don't know many men who would actually RP that.[20:08 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I wondered if you wanted to RP a little scene tonight with us being made to service a man together. We wouldn't need to get another player, we could just do it ourselves. [20:10 PM]: I'll say what I said yesterday, about that scene: I'd like to try, but please bear in mind I haven't played a scene quite like that before so be patient with me![20:10 PM]: But, yes, I'd like to try it.[20:10 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I haven't, either, I have to admit. [20:10 PM]Ashleys Brothel: It'll be new for both of us. :)[20:10 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Will you tell me a little bit about the girl you'll be playing? Will you be Brittany? [20:13 PM]: Hmm, could you give me one minute? I want to read through your girls again and see if one takes my fancy tonight[20:13 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Of course! [20:15 PM]: Ok, I think I might actually try playing my Brittany character, yes.[20:16 PM]: She would be late teens at this stage, probably 18 or 19, and down on her luck. Worked at the brothel for a little, so she's used to it, although still occasionally surprised by just how weird some customers can be.[20:16 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Would she be quite friendly and polite, or a little jaded? [20:17 PM]: She'd have a sunny demeanour to the customers. "Hey there, how are you doing Mister?" Alone with the other girls, she'd be more tired and cynical.[20:18 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I'm trying to work out who I'll play. :) [20:18 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Would you like me to be quite friendly and sunny and bubbly, too? Or more cynical and jaded? [20:19 PM]: Hmm. I'm not sure.[20:19 PM]: Maybe...maybe it would be better for you to fairly upbeat too, otherwise it will be too much of a downer.[20:19 PM]: However, please feel free to play whichever character you like.[20:20 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I'm thinking perhaps Melissa. She works in a salon in the daytimes, and she's very friendly, full of cute names for the men who come. Calls them sweetie, hunni, mister, and so on. Really quite a bubbly girl! [20:21 PM]: Yes, she seems fun.[20:22 PM]: Ok. Would you like me to use a reference picture for Brittany?[20:23 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I'd like that, yes. Then we can decide on our lucky man.[20:29 PM]: Ok. I think I've chosen a picture:http://i.imgur.com/nBuRybA.jpg[20:29 PM]: Lots of makeup, fake tan, nose and tongue piercings, a "tramp stamp" tattoo, fake breasts...this is her in quite a "fake" stage of her life.[20:30 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I love it! So trashy. Melissa is the same as she is in her pic, lots of thick sparkly makeup, fake-tanned, lipgloss, false lashes, sparkly pink false nails...[20:31 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Cheap bracelets around her arm that click together as she strokes a man...[20:33 PM]: Perfect. I'm glad you're into fakeness, it's something I really love to include, but men find such details boring.[20:33 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Everything jingles on her. When she laughs, or even moves her head, her long, cheap, fake-diamond dangling earrings jingle. [20:33 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Her bellybutton has a sparkly pink heart dangling from it. [20:34 PM]: Ah, yes, Brittany has a navel piercing too. Every inch of her is fake, you have to dig beneath caked make-up, spray tan, and trashy outfits, to find the real girl. Fortunately all the customers ever see is a pretty, vacant smile[20:35 PM]Ashleys Brothel: The only time they see the real her is if they cum hard enough to hose off a bit of that makeup. :)[20:35 PM]: "hose", that's a great image[20:35 PM]: Like a blast of a water hose in the face, only it's not water[20:37 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Yes, they aim it like a hose, and it blasts off some makeup, smudging and smearing and ruining. [20:37 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I like the idea of making them play off against each other. The man forcing one of them to aim his tensed-up cock at her friend. Let's say they're friends. :)[20:38 PM]: Sure, maybe Brittany goes to Melissa's parlour for her beauty work, so they know each other outside of work.[20:38 PM]: And it makes more heartbreaking for Melissa to have to be the agent of Brittany's nails getting all messed up, just after she did them.[20:39 PM]Ashleys Brothel: He could make them each try and convince him why they shouldn't be the one to get hosed down, and the "loser" gets it. <3[20:39 PM]lip gloss princess connected.[20:40 PM]: Cruel. Yes, making a game of it, although to them it's not so fun[20:41 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Who do you think he should be? I wondered about using Alex, the social worker guy from last night. Do you have any thoughts?[20:43 PM]: I think Alex is an interesting character, but I don't think he's right for this. It doesn't seem like he would make them compete, he'd keep up his "I want to help you..." act.[20:43 PM]: I was thinking it should be someone fairly "backed-up", so whoever "loses", gets a really big, nasty "hosing".[20:43 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Yes, maybe a modestly-paid man who's had to save up for weeks to get his visit to the place. [20:44 PM]Ashleys Brothel: A bit like your Mr Sticky from yesterday? [20:45 PM]: It could be him, yes, or the father of the ballerina you had...someone like that. Someone who might have a slightly more lewd fantasy, that they don't get to indulge often.[20:46 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Yes, the family man would be just the sort. Laying in bed next to his sexless wife night after night, coming up with nasty, filthy fantasies in his mind, his balls backing-up.[20:48 PM]: Sigh - sorry, give me one moment, I'm still here...[20:48 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I've just had a phone call...[20:48 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Back in a mo :)[20:52 PM]: (Me too, sorry, I'm almost off, I'm right here)[20:52 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Back :) [20:53 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I like the idea of it being the family man. He's just the sort of man you wouldn't expect to be doing this. [20:53 PM]: Yes, exactly. His two girls get ballet lessons; these two girls get facefuls.[20:54 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "My two are really competitive, they're always trying to beat each other at things, be the best in school grades or ballet dancing... are you two competitive?" :) [20:54 PM]Ashleys Brothel: That kind of thing.[20:54 PM]: Exactly. You have a terrible mind! :)[20:55 PM]Ashleys Brothel: *blushes!*[20:55 PM]Ashleys Brothel: His daughters should have really sweet, middle-class names. Charlotte and Lucy? [20:56 PM]: Not Charlotte, something else[20:56 PM]: (My sister's name, skeeves me out to see it in roleplay)[20:56 PM]: Alice, Susan, Elizabeth[20:56 PM]: Something like that?[20:56 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (I'm the same when anyone uses my sister's, mum's, work colleagues' names, and so on.)[20:56 PM]: (Agreed. I'll red flag any no-no names :) )[20:57 PM]Ashleys Brothel: All of those are no's for me! How about... Sophie? [20:57 PM]: Ok, Sophie is a great choice.[20:58 PM]Ashleys Brothel: And his name... Stephen? Something like that?[20:59 PM]: Yes, nice and middle class[21:00 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Do you think he might have made some special outfit requests for us?[21:01 PM]: Well, I'd like to wear a party outfit, rather than a costume. So that could be his request. He can't exactly go meet girls at nightclubs - but he can still come see us.[21:01 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Yes. I'll wear the dress that's on Melissa's reference picture, the cute sunny yellow summer party dress. :)[21:03 PM]: Ok, one moment, I'm just getting a couple of reference pics for Brittany's outfit.[21:03 PM]: Any other things we should discusss?[21:03 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I think that's about it, really. He'll be about 35, his daughters can be 11 and 13?[21:04 PM]Ashleys Brothel: If they're that old, let's make him 40. [21:04 PM]: Sure.[21:05 PM]Ashleys Brothel: He's a middle manager at a local recruitment company. A dull, boring job. [21:06 PM]: Ok, I think Brittany will wear a revealing dress like this,http://i.imgur.com/K4MwYHq.jpg and rather outlandish heels, like this:http://i.imgur.com/HV9AwRn.jpg[21:06 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I like that! Is my dress OK? [21:07 PM]: Yes, absolutely.[21:08 PM]: In terms of his appearance, I'd rather he weren't utterly ogrish, but equally, wasn't very good looking. Just sort of bland.[21:08 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Yes, perhaps showing his age a bit, a few grey hairs, maybe growing a slight belly, a bit hairy. [21:08 PM]Ashleys Brothel: An average man who wouldn't make the pages of a magazine, really.[21:09 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Can we both wear matching bracelets? Sparkly, pink ones, with "best friends!" in cute lettering on them? [21:11 PM]: Absolutely, that's a great little detail.[21:12 PM]: Thick, chunky plastic ones, cheap and tacky, but clearly very meaningful to us.[21:12 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Yes. If we both put our hands around his cock at the same time, he can see them matching. [21:14 PM]: Ok, any other little details like that? Brittany will wear quite a lot of cheap, tacky jewellery[21:15 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I don't think so. We can write them in if we think of any during the scene. [21:15 PM]: Ok.[21:16 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Would you like to begin? [21:16 PM]: I'm sorry to do this *again*, but is it ok if I get myself some water first? I feel bad asking, but I like quick replies once I start roleplaying, and not having to stop halfway through. I'll be right back, and then yes, I'll glad start[21:16 PM]: *gladly[21:17 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Of course. I'll get a quick drink, and then wait for your post. :)[21:23 PM]: Ok, I am back, and I'll get us started :)[21:24 PM]Ashleys Brothel: OK![21:28 PM]: Brittany headed down the corridor to Room 101. She had to take slow, clomping steps, her heels were so unwieldy, and her dress so short; one hand, bedecked with pretty nails, half an inch long and tipped in bright glitter tips, trailing the wall to steady herself. As she reached the door, she tossed her long dark hair back about her neck, and adjusted her thick, make-up smeared lips into an appropriately ditzy smile. She opened the door, to find the customer sitting on the bed. He was still dressed, although his jacket was on the back of the chair, and he seemed perfectly content, just playing a Sudoku game on his phone. Seeing her enter, he smiled nervously at her. He seemed like a shy one. She beamed brightly and waved a hand weighed down with thick, chunky bracelets and cheap, tacky rings. "Hey, I'm Brittany, my friend Melissa is going to be along in a minute, we're going to have soooo much fun!"[21:30 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Melissa had just finished in the makeup room. While she was getting ready, applying her long, false lashes and slathering on another thick sticky helping of glittery strawberry lipgloss, Katie had also been getting ready for her customer. She told her that she'd seen this Stephen a few weeks ago, but didn't mention much about him. Melissa stood at the door of Room 101 for just a moment, blushing, adjusting her pretty, fake-extension bottle blonde hair, making sure her lashes were perfectly straight, and put on her biggest, brightest customer smile before turning the handle and entering. [21:33 PM]: Brittany turned and smiled. There was a falseness gleaming in her eyes, behind inch-long fake lashes that Melissa herself had helped her with, crusted in thick mascara, but her voice sounded bright and cheery. "Hey Melissa! This is Stephen, I was just getting to know him." She turned back to Stephen. "Melissa's really pretty, don't you think? And she's so clever, she did my nails for me, aren't they great?" She held out her hands, wiggling her fingers enticingly, giggling in a high-pitched falsetto. The man didn't seem to have much interest in her nails, his eyes wandering to her bouncing cleavage, but he nodded along anyway.[21:35 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Melissa smiled brightly, her glitter-gloss on her lips sparkling under the warm lights of the room. "Yeah, I did! I work in a salon in the daytime, and then I work here in the night-time!" She giggled, a cutely air-headed, perfectly acted giggle for the benefit of the man. "Oh, I'm Melissa, by the way!" She smiled, curtseying cutely in the tiny dress, making her cleavage jiggle and bounce. "I'm, like, sooooo excited to meet you, mister!" He nodded, and blushed. "Stephen," he said, matter-of-factly. [21:38 PM]: Brittany walked over to one side of him and sat down next to him in a slow, exaggerated fashion, jutting out her bosom all the while. She grinned, teeth brilliant white against the rich fake tan of her skin, and patted him on the shoulder. "So, Stephen, what would you like us to do for you? I bet we can have so much fun together." Even though she was heavily perfumed, she could smell amidst the cloud of chemicals the faint stink of old sweat on him. He couldn't have showered first? He had the money for two prostitutes, but not for a can of deodorant? She tried to avoid her wrinkling nose, and instead concentrated on beaming falsely at him, fluttering her long lashes. The lights winked off the small silver stud in her nose.[21:42 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Melissa followed her lead, doing the same, smiling cutely, batting her fake lashes as she sat on the opposite side of him, pressing up close, brushing her pretty, smooth thigh against his as she lowered herself onto the bed. She could smell his sweaty, unwashed excitement already, his erection already apparent. God, how long had this man been saving up to come here, she thought to herself. The young salon girl giggled like a schoolgirl and wiggled her bum against him as she sat. "Maybe you and Brittany would like to get to know each other better?" she smiled, giggling as she picked up Brittany's hand and pressed it against the man's thigh, eliciting a groan from him.[21:45 PM]: Brittany wasn't annoyed at Melissa; she knew this was how it worked, and besides, she'd get her turn soon. She gave a big cooing noise as her fingers squeezed against the modestly sized bulge pressing against the bland brown trousers. "Ooh, yes, Mister, I got my hand all prettied up for you, why don't you see what I can do with it?" she urged in her sickly sweet voice. She began rubbing against the outline of the bulge, trailing her fingers around it and squishing her palm flat against it, until the man let out a nervous, wordless burble that she took for assent. Grinning at him, she leaned in, noticing how his eyes flitted from her cleavage, to Melissa's, and back again; he probably hadn't even noticed what colour eyes they had.[21:47 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Smiling obligingly, Melissa pushed her breasts together in the tiny dress, as she saw his gaze fixed well below the area for polite eye contact. She didn't mind, really. That was what this place was for, after all - for men to do things to women that they would normally not be allowed to do. Her voice lowered to a cute little whisper. "You know Brittany's only eighteen, sweetie? No wonder you've got yourself all hard and tense! I did her nails just so she'd look all pretty touching you, Stephen." He groaned again. "My daughters have just had their nails manicured, they've got a big ballet dress rehearsal tomorrow." [21:50 PM]: "Ooh, that must be exciting for them!" preened Brittany, doing her best to hide any trace of bitterness in her voice. "I didn't do ballet lessons when I was a girl, I bet they enjoy it..." "I bet you get to dress up like a ballerina sometimes though, heh," said the man, taking her aback slightly. He was leering at him like a dirty old perv, but she did her best to keep smiling. "Sometimes, I suppose I do...is that what you wished I'd worn, Stephen? Or do you like me in my party dress?" She wiggled her front, the light shining off the dress's metallic sequins, eliciting a groan from him as he thrust his hips up against her cutely manicured hand.[21:53 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Stephen grunted again, his penis throbbing hard in the tight pants, the sweaty smell of its excitement filling the noses of both girls. "You look sexy in that dress, babe," his eyes flitting down to their cleavage. "I love looking at fit girls in tiny little dresses going out clubbing." He was such a conversationalist. "You girls going out tonight after this?" [21:56 PM]: Brittany cocked her head. "I don't know, maybe? But we have to work pretty late tonight...we only usually go out clubbing on our days off. Maybe we'll see you there?" Stephen just grunted. "No, no, I don't go to places like that, I'm too old...I didn't even go when I was younger. I just like *looking* is all." He grinned, and Brittany tried to hide her distaste at his pervertedness. "Well...you can look at us all you like. Should we do a little dance for you, sweetie, like we're out a club, only it's just you we're dancing for?" She gave his cock another encouraging tweak through the fabric, listening to how he grunted like a pig in response.[21:57 PM]: ((Ok. I feel like I'm "playing" Stephen too much...I hope that's not the case, obviously, feel free to play him as much as you like too))[21:59 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Melissa blushed, knowing it was her who would be doing the dancing, and as if to avoid the demeaning fate, she joined her hand with Brittany's, their matching friendship bracelets jangling on their wrists as they both stroked and teased Stephen's tensed-up penis, through his pants. "Oh, Stephen," giggled Melissa. "You feel soooo tense in here. Don't you feel really uncomfortable, hunni?" She smiled. "I bet Brittany would love to take you out of those pants." Stephen groaned at the thought, and Melissa flashed a cute, "it wasn't me!" smile at her friend. [22:03 PM]: Brittany couldn't help sighing. Stephen didn't seem to mind. "Oh, that'd be so sexy, babe," he groaned. Wincing at Melissa, Brittany reached for the zipper and pulled it down, then started to tug down the trousers. Underneath he was wearing a rather tight pair of Y-fronts, bulging uncomfortably. She knew they would be sweaty and sticky within, and wasn't looking forward to finding out. She paused, stroking the misshapen lump and fluttering her lashes at him. "Mister, do you want us to take any of our clothes off? We don't want to get our clothes all messy, do we?"[22:05 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Shaking his head, Stephen groaned, his cock pulsing and throbbing under Brittany's hand, leaking sticky, glistening pre-cum, dampening the front of the tight briefs. "No, babe," he said, gasping a little. "I think you're really sexy in those dresses, I love looking at you in them, I want to see you in them. Sophie and Lucy, my two, they never wear stuff like this, I don't let them." Melissa grimaced a little at this. Two daughters, and yet he was able to do this to two girls he didn't know? "But you girls look great in it."[22:07 PM]talknerdytome connected.[22:08 PM]: "Well, that's...nice," said Brittany, appalled at the sight of the viscous, gloopy pre-cum soiling his briefs. "We'd better get you out of your pants hadn't we, you mucky pup?" she teased. Unfortunately, he seemed to like this, and he gave a long groan of pleasure. "I am a bit messy, aren't I?" he asked in a voice thick with lust. It was deeply unpleasant. Wiggling her fingers inside, Brittany tugged down his briefs, his dark, unwashed, smelly cock, and a wave of sweaty scent, both being released. A fleck of pre-cum landed on her wrist, and she dabbed it off with a finger. "Ugh, I want to feel both you girls' sexy hands on me..." he moaned, and Brittany glanced sidelong at Melissa, not without sympathy. Their bracelets clicked together.[22:11 PM]ShikaiTatsumori connected.[22:12 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Melissa cringed slightly inside, but kept her big, bright, polite smile plastered on her makeup-caked face as she wrapped her hand around the man's sweaty, throbbing penis to join her friend. Suddenly, Stephen let out a groan, and a big, thick, sticky ooze of pre-cum glooped out of the tip of his cock, and dribbled down the shaft, coating both their hands, and Melissa's pretty nails in disgusting, glistening salty ick. "Mmngh, sorry girls," he grunted, not without a mocking tone to him. [22:15 PM]: Brittany grimaced as the sticky ooze clung to her fingers like glue. Melissa had spent so long working special on her nails, and now they were ruined, the glitter already starting to run. But she didn't complain. "Awww, that's ok sweetie, I think it's sexy that you're getting so excited!" she lied, ignoring the ball-stink from between his legs as her fingers massaged the angry head of his hardening cock. Her other hand was stroking his thigh gently. "Nnngh...okay..." he moaned, and as if in response, he glooped up another thick blob all over them - with no apology forthcoming this time.[22:17 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "Britt's right," giggled Melissa, just as falsely. "You are a mucky boy, aren't you, sweetie?" He grunted and nodded. "Aww, it's OK, hunni-pie. We all get a bit excited sometimes, it's natural!" She gave him a playful squeeze. "You just do whatever you need to, sweetie, we'll help you out as much as he can. Do you need to have a little wank while you look at us, so you don't cum too soon?" She calculated it to stop any more messy ooze coating their hands, and he nodded, wrapping his own hand around his cock, his eyes gazing down at the girls' pretty, glitter-dusted cleavage. [22:18 PM]lip gloss princess is now Looking. [Looking for somebody to play as an adult human female.][22:19 PM]: Brittany seized the opportunity to get her hand a moment's respite. Taking Melissa's hand, she guided the bubbly blonde to her feet. "Come on, let's do a little dance for Stephen!" He nodded eagerly. "Ugh, two party girls...dressed up just for me...hmmnnghh," he grunted, as his cock burped another little slimy ooze, this time all over himself. He didn't seem to notice. Brittany began wiggling a little dance, emphasising her (fake) curves in the tightness of her dress, running her fingers down her exposed tanned skin, showing off for him - and glad not to be touching him.[22:22 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Melissa stood behind Brittany, pressing her slender, false body against her friend, grinding up in a slow, sexy dance. Her hands, still a little sticky with his drying pre-cum, slid down Brittany's side and she kissed her friend's neck teasingly. "You like what you're seeing, baby?" giggled Melissa. Stephen just sat there, slowly stroking his penis, letting the ick dribble down his shaft, hand, thigh and down onto the clean, sweet-smelling bed-sheets. Melissa's hand roamed across Brittany's stomach and breasts as she fluttered her long lashes at him. "Do you like watching me feel her up, hunni? I bet you want to touch her up like this." [22:26 PM]: As if in answer, Stephen raised a groping hand, and Brittany reluctantly returned to his side. His hand sheened under the lights - sticky with his own disgusting waste overflow - but he didn't wipe it off before pawing at her breasts. "Do you like them? I got them last year." "They're fake?" he said wonderingly, and then began groping more at the glitter-covered, fake-tanned orbs. "Unggghh...that is so sexy babe." Brittany wrinkled her nose, but her lips remained glued in a big smile. "Here, let me help you with that, sweetie..." Her hand returned to his cock, giving it a slow, gentle stroke, hoping to calm him down.[22:28 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Sitting down again next to him, Melissa watched and wondered as he spurted out another sticky glob of gluey, clingy pre-cum. How much was this man carrying around in his balls? He was such a sticky, messy guy! Stephen grunted, oozing out mess all over Brittany's pretty hand, and groaned. "Is that fake tan as well, babe? And fake lashes?" He knew they were, but got turned on by hearing them talked about. "And how much makeup are you wearing, Brittany?" [22:31 PM]: Brittany nodded. "Yes, I get a fake tan every week. My lashes are fake, and my nails, and I have ever so much makeup on. Melissa helps, she's so talented at all that stuff. My mascara, my foundation, my blusher, my lipstick..." Each product had him groaning progressively louder. "And my lips are silicone too, do you like them?" She pouted them out in a 'duckface' pose, and he groaned as he realized just how plastic this girl really was. She'd remade herself from a human girl into something else, all for men's perverted pleasures.[22:33 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Melissa smiled, running her pretty hand across Stephen's thigh smiling, her free hand twisting a lock of bottle-blonde hair around a prettily manicured finger. "Oh, I bet you'd love to touch her up, again, wouldn't you, baby? Doesn't her face make you want to goo? How old are you, Stephen?" He grunted. "Forty-one." "And Brittany, tell him how old you are!" [22:36 PM]: "I'm 19, Mister. Does that excite you, being with a 19 year old?" He nodded eagerly, not seeming to see anything wrong with this equation. Her hand played up his cock, her fingers now clammy to the touch. She bet his stench had soaked into her skin, too. But she kept working dutifully. "You are a messy thing, aren't you? But don't worry, we're here to clean up..."[22:38 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "And I'm 22!" smiled Melissa, brightly. "That means both of us together are the same age as you. We're... sooooooo... young... aren't we, sweetie?" She fluttered her long, glitter-mascara caked lashes as she teased him. "We're just young girls, I was a teenager not long ago, and Brittany still is." Stephen groaned at this, and it almost seemed to make his penis emit another cloud of thick, heavy, musky male smell. He had obviously come straight from work. "Girls, I want you to do something," he moaned out. [22:39 PM]: ((Is this going OK for you?))[22:39 PM]Ashleys Brothel: ((It is. I'm going to bring in the "competition" and make him finish now, if that's OK?))[22:39 PM]: ((Sure, sorry.))[22:40 PM]: "Oooh, what?" asked Brittany in a bright false tone. "This sounds exciting!" In truth, her stomach was churning with the thought of what perverted fantasy he'd concocted in that horrible mind of his, but she didn't dare object. She just sat there, pushing her breasts practically into his face, and stroking his leaking, smelling, befouling cock.[22:42 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "I want you girls to get... on your knees for me." Melissa's heart sank. She knew this was... coming, it was something that came from every man who visited in the end, but she always felt a little sinking feeling when the men asked her to do it. Obediently, she smiled, and kneeled in front of him, still sitting on the edge of the bed, and fluttered her lashes up at him. "You too, Brittany babe," he groaned. [22:44 PM]: Brittany thought about reasoning with him, but she knew it wouldn't help. It always ended the same way. She'd been on her knees, all her life. Climbing off the bed, she eased herself down, squeezing her arms together so her cleavage bulged up invitingly, just the way she'd been talked. She kept her big eyes on him, her grin swallowing her face. Stephen lurched to his feet, standing over them, no doubt feeling full of power as his beady eyes roamed their sweet, anxious faces.[22:47 PM]Ashleys Brothel: His hand wrapped around his angry, pulsating cock as the two girls looked up at him. He didn't stroke, just held it there, dribbling its disgusting ooze onto the carpet. "I can't last too much longer, girls," he said, as if addressing a crowd. "I'm gonna have to do it soon. But... it's such a shame to get you girls messy." A mocking tone took over his voice, and he got a glint in his eye. "You're both so pretty and young and sexy, and it seems such a shame!" He noticed their wide, anxious eyes and laughed. "Don't look so scared, cuties! I'm going to ask you to do something for me. Each of you... I want you to convince me that you shouldn't get messy. I've been carrying this big fat load around, and I really need to dump it... but wouldn't it be a shame if it was you it ended up on?" [22:50 PM]: Brittany gnawed on her lip, worried. She counted Melissa as a friend, and she didn't want to sell her out. On the other hand, she could already imagine the disgusting mess churning away in those overripe balls, the horrible sticky backed-up goo that would end up soiling the face she'd put so much effort into beautifying. "Well Mister..." she began with an unlikely gambit. "Maybe you'd just like to do it on our breasts?" She tried to push out her ample, inflated orbs as much as she could, wiggling them about. "And there'd be no need to get any on either of our faces?" Her voice was full of hope - a hope he immediately crushed by shaking his head and leering. "No girls, that's cheating. I want to know whose *face* is going to get a nice big dollop, heh-heh-heh," his earlier bashful attitude gone as his dark, dirty cock hovered over them like an executioner's blade.[22:53 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Melissa blushed almost as pink as her glittery nails, her face flushed under her thick layer of makeup. She didn't know what to say, really. Brittany was her friend, and she didn't want to see it happen to her either. Her heart sank as she heard his response to Brittany. Stephen shook his cock, letting a drip of pre-cum splat out onto Melissa's pretty cleavage, her glitter-dusted breasts, causing her to grimace a little. "Oh, to make it more fun," he leered. "Whoever wins will have to stroke it out all over her best friend's face..." [22:56 PM]: Brittany let out a panicked little gasp. She was having trouble keeping up her silly smile routine. "Um, well, Mister..." she glanced at Melissa and tried to show how sorry she was. "Melissa is a bit older, wouldn't it be nicer to do it on her? I'm only 19, you don't want to ruin my face, do you?" Unfortunately, all this elicited in response was a groan of "oh, nineteen..." from Stephen, as he squeezed his cock again, choking another little glob of pre-cum so thick it looked like melted candle wax - and from the way Brittany flinched when it spattered her *schplatt* right on the lip, it could have been.[22:58 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Melissa felt awful doing this to her friend, but it was the only way to avoid getting it all over herself, she reasoned. And anyway, it was only a bit of cum, it would wash off Brittany. She felt so cruel as she smiled brightly, opening her mouth to speak in a sweet, girly voice. "Look at the way she's looking at you, baby," she smiled. "So young and innocent. She's only nineteen... that's right hunni, a teenager!" Melissa giggled. "And... and if you do her, if you spoil her face, I'll get paid to get it all nicely done again!" [23:00 PM]: Brittany looked startled at the betrayal. "But...my fake lashes! All my makeup! My lipstick! It's all so much effort, if you have to mess it up it'll take forever to get it all right again!" She cocked her head and tried her most winning smile. "Don't you think it should be Melissa? After all, she's the beauty expert, she can get her face touched up again in no time...if you do it to me, I'll be dependent on her!"[23:01 PM]: Stephen lurched back and forth, his cock pointing from one to the other, like he was a Roman emperor deciding whether to put thumb up or down on a gladiator. An evil grin obscured his normally bland, innocuous face.[23:02 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "Please don't do me, mister," cooed Melissa, fluttering and batting her long lashes up at him, looking up, wide-eyed, biting down on her glitter-glossed lip. "I'm... twenty-two, and I work in a hair and nail salon, and I only do this because I need a little bit of extra cash for college to do my Level 3 course. I'm doing this to better myself, mister. Please, have a little mercy on a poor broke girl?"[23:05 PM]: "What about me?" Brittany whined. "I couldn't even get into college with my grades, let alone Level 3 whatever!" She was having to choke back tears. "It's not my fault I grew up poor, had to go to a bad school, had to leave to start working...what opportunities does someone like me have? You shouldn't punish me just because of that...please..." She was starting to beg, losing her composure, no longer the sunny, smiley, teen, but the desperate runaway fleeing a life of rejection and humiliation.[23:06 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Stephen started to slowly stroke himself, getting ready for his eruption, groaning and grunting, keeping himself hard, throbbing and erect. "Brittany, have you ever taken any steps to get yourself another job outside of here?" He sounded almost like the benefits inspector, as he stood over her, questioning her worth as a human being, the executioner waiting to see if she was worth sparing. [23:08 PM]ShikaiTatsumori disconnected.[23:09 PM]: "I've tried..." she blubbed. "I've written so many job applications, but they all have experience required, or minimum 5 GCSEs, and well...I had one interview, and the man said he'd hire me if - if..." she stuttered off, remembering the encounter. "But then I never heard from him again. But I've tried, I really have, I swear!" she looked up, practically begging, the same way she'd begged the social benefits office not to cut off her allowance.[23:11 PM]Ashleys Brothel: The power was really getting to him now as he leered over her. Melissa started to feel bad for her friend, but still relieved that it looked like it might not be her getting his mess. "The pretty little blonde has a job and she's going to college, babe. My two daughters are both looking like going to Oxford and Cambridge, and they're only just in high school. They're overachievers. Sweetie, I'm getting close to a decision." [23:13 PM]: "No, no!" She shook her head frantically, hair extensions waving about her fake-tanned shoulders. "Please Mister, I don't deserve this!" She turned to Melissa and tugged her arm. "Please tell him Melissa? Please, for me? Remember, friends forever?" she said, holding up her matching bracelet, beseeching for mercy from the gungy cannon dripping ominously over her.[23:15 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Her desperate pleading to her friend, and the sight of their two matching bracelets jangling together as she struggled against her fate sealed it for him. "I'm sorry, honey," he leered cruelly down at Brittany. "Melissa, take me in your hand." Melissa grimaced as she took his throbbing, goo-soaked, dribbling sweaty manhood in her pretty hand, but she knew what she had to do. She plastered on her biggest, brightest smile and fluttered her lashes up at him as she started to stroke it. "Aim it at your friend." She did as she was told, the penis pointing right between Brittany's eyes. [23:18 PM]: Stephen was grunting and groaning now. "That's it sweetie," he laughed, as he felt Melissa's hand. Taking aiming at the quivering shaking Brittany, tears practically brimming in her eyes, the smell of his arousal was so rank it could almost be tasted. Brittany wanted to cover her face or turn away. Yet some instinct inside her, the broken core of her abused little soul, made her kneel there obligingly, face up turned, even as her breath turned ragged. "Please..." she begged one last time, as Stephen began moaning vigorously. "Oh...here it comes babe, hope those fake lashes are made of strong stuff!"[23:20 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "I am so, so sorry," whispered Melissa to her friend, before smiling back up at Stephen. He just grinned, laughed, and uttered three words she had heard all of her life. "Bad luck, Brittany!" With that, his balls recoiled, his penis throbbed one last time, and it happened, almost in slow motion. The slit at the head of his cock opened up, and with a sickening splatting sound, the first of his thick, slightly yellowed, bitter, salty bursts of semen came forth, a gloopy, sticky, glue-like rope which splatted against Brittany's cutely made-up cheek with a slapping noise. "Mmmmmngh!" he grunted. [23:23 PM]: "Urgh, ewwie!" she squealed. The act was completely gone, she was no longer pretending to be sexy. It felt like sick, warm and lumpy in texture, and two rounds of the gloopy batter had *schplatted* into her cheekbone before she could even close her eyes. The next one washed over her left eye, dragging down half her fake lashes as it sank down her face like acid corroding away her spirit and leaving her bare skin vulnerable. She started to sob softly, head sinking, as she accepted her punishment. Stephen was actually laughing, callously squeezing Melissa's breast as she helped him shoot his soil all over her trembling friend.[23:25 PM]Ashleys Brothel: His thick, gloopy ball-batter carried on coming, slathering out of his engorged, throbbing, pulsing cock, the backed-up mess yellowed and stale and smelly. It almost looked like the colour of sick, too. He grabbed Melissa's hand, and she gasped as he forced her to aim upwards, right into Brittany's perfect, pretty, soft dark hair. "Eww," muttered Melissa, watching her poor friend sobbing. "Eww, eww, eww." She watched it splat sickeningly into her hair, the steaming concoction that had been boiling in his balls for weeks. [23:27 PM]: Brittany shrieked softly as the cascade of filth continued, warm and tingling against her scalp as she felt her hair matting. She couldn't risk opening her eyes to avoid the blasts, though, so she remained, eyes screwed shut, totally vulnerable. One trickle inched down her face, stained purple with running mascara, all the way down to her lips where she wretched at the thick, salty taste. "P-p-please, no more..." she begged softly.[23:29 PM]talknerdytome disconnected.[23:29 PM]Ashleys Brothel: It began to subside, his dirty, sticky, steaming mass of thick, disgusting cock-snot pumping out at a slightly slower rate, landing on her chin, and glooping down the front of her dress, the icky soaking into the thin, tight fabric against her breasts. "You lost, Brittany," he grinned, mockingly, as he felt the relief of letting go of that tension, that sexual frustration. [23:32 PM]: Brittany remained on her knees, softly sobbing, her tears mixing in with the sludge washing down her face, glooped mascara, thick, splodgy cum, almost rancid in its smell, almost putrid in its texture. The smell of defeat was in the air. Stephen sat down with a relieved sigh, and began calmly dressing himself, as though the horrific abuse was completely forgotten.[23:34 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Melissa felt like slapping him, although she knew she couldn't for fear of her job. She kneeled down next to Brittany, comforting her gently. "Do you want me to go and get you a towel, sweetie?" she asked, as the two girls heard the *zzzzip* of their abuser's pants being pulled quickly back on, a look of shame across his face. [23:36 PM]: Brittany nodded sorrowfully. Stephen barely even looked at her as she slowly rose. Her makeup was smeared until she looked like a crying clown, and her eyes were red and puffy. The cum had started to dry, mottled white and creamy-yellow on her, cracking on her skin amidst smears of makeup and fake tan.[23:38 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Natasha had always said that the men enjoyed girls with fake tan, because the orangey-brown of their skin made the cum look whiter and thicker, and more contrasted. It was evident here, with the disgusting gloop of Stephen's illiterate yellowed graffiti splattered all over Brittany's perfect, sweet, smooth teenage skin. [23:39 PM]: "Alright girls, I'd better be going off now, Sophie and Lucy will be expecting me!" Stephen gave the girls a polite, but dismissive nod, and made for his jacket, Brittany watching him balefully. At least it was over, she consoled herself, at least he was going now. But then again, she wasn't going - this wasn't even her last customer of the day.[23:41 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Her voice soft and comforting, she looked down at her best friend. "I think you need to go and get showered, Britt," she said, looking sadly at the destruction. "Then when you're out, I'll get your makeup re-done. We should do it nice and young, Natasha said your next booking today is that guy who likes pigtails and things."[23:44 PM]: ((Should we stop there? It feels like we've reached the end))[23:44 PM]Ashleys Brothel: ((I think so, too. Did you enjoy it?))[23:45 PM]: ((I did. I was a bit uncertain at one or two points...))[23:45 PM]: You are an *amazing* writer.[23:45 PM]: I don't think I played Stephen very well, though.[23:45 PM]Ashleys Brothel: You are a very talented writer, too.[23:46 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I had an idea part-way through, but feel free to say if you don't think it's right. [23:46 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I wondered about a roleplay where I played the male client, and you the female. I think I might be able to pull it off, if it was something you'd enjoy. [23:46 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I probably write a better man than most men. *blush*[23:47 PM]: I don't want to make you play a man just for me, that seems a bit unfair[23:47 PM]: If you want to do it I'm willing to try :)[23:47 PM]: But...without being bitchy, I doubt I would be willing to do the same. I mean, I could try, but I really don't see myself doing it well.[23:47 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I'd like to try anyway, even if you couldn't do the same. [23:48 PM]: Okay.[23:48 PM]: Well, yes, we can try.[23:48 PM]: You're very kind :)[23:48 PM]: You don't have to tell me your name, but can I have a name to call you? You can call me Brittany.[23:49 PM]: I'm assuming Ashley, but I don't know...[23:49 PM]Ashleys Brothel: *blush* My name is Charlotte, but I'm guessing you wouldn't want to call me by that. :) So.. you can call me.. Lilly. I like the name. [23:51 PM]: Ok Lilly, nice to meet you :)[23:51 PM]: Did you enjoy the roleplay? Was it ok? I'm really open to constructive criticism, not at all offended.[23:51 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I really enjoyed it. :) [23:52 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Did you like that I made him say "bad luck, Brittany"? *blush*[23:53 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I think it was quite challenging to share the male character, but we did it quite well. [23:54 PM]: I did like that bit, yes, it was funny.[23:55 PM]: I think we did ok...there were times I was worried I played him too much, times I remembered I hadn't played him at all...but I geuss that means it all evens out.[23:55 PM]: *guess[23:55 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Can I ask a personal question? [23:57 PM]: Yes...[23:57 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Do you get aroused when we play, Brittany? Or touch yourself at all? I get damp, and stroke myself a little. [23:58 PM]: Please don't take this the wrong way, but no, I don't.[23:58 PM]: But, that's not because "it's so boring..." at all. it's just that I don't really play that way. I have different reactions...[23:58 PM]: Do you know ASMR?[23:58 PM]Ashleys Brothel: I do not. :)[23:59 PM]: Ok, it's basically "goosepumps".[23:59 PM]: *bumps[23:59 PM]: Tingling spine, hairs standing up[23:59 PM]: The kind of thing you get from a really intriguing film scene, a really moving piece of music, a really page-turning book[23:59 PM]: I get like that. Excited. But not exactly aroused[0:00 AM]: After all, the fantasies we're playing are kind of sick. It's not so much to turn me on, as to just make me really feel in touch with myself.[0:00 AM]: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autonomous_sensory_meridian_response if you're interested)[0:00 AM]Ashleys Brothel: I get more aroused later on, when I'm in bed. I don't "let myself go" while I sit on the computer and type. :) I will look at that link soon. [0:00 AM]Ashleys Brothel: I had a roleplay I quite wanted to do if I'm going to play a male. *blush*[0:01 AM]Ashleys Brothel: I wanted to play someone who is a little... perhaps... ashamed at where he is, and the fact that he's ended up visiting the brothel. Shy and geeky and not quite washed properly...[0:01 AM]: I see.[0:01 AM]: Tell me more? If you can..[0:03 AM]Ashleys Brothel: He'd be a man in his twenties, let's say. He's had a couple of girlfriends, but not been with anyone for a year or so. Spends all his time at work, in a boring IT job, and he's really sexually frustrated. Recently, he's fantasised about... younger girls, and paying for it, and he's been saving up for this chance. [0:04 AM]Ashleys Brothel: The idea of a sweet, pretty, attractive girl who wouldn't normally even sit next to him on the bus having to relieve him of his frustrations is arousing to him. [0:05 AM]Ashleys Brothel: I'd want her to... encourage him. Tell him it's OK to look, and tell him it's OK to touch, and to get hard, and coo over him, and things. *blushes*[0:05 AM]: Younger girls?[0:05 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Let's say girls ages 16-22 or so.[0:06 AM]: Ok.[0:06 AM]: I'm not comfortable going younger than teens, I was just checking :)[0:06 AM]Ashleys Brothel: No, I'm not either - I meant girls younger than him, who he might look at in the street, or whatever, but teenagers. [0:06 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Girls who wouldn't give him a second glance, sweet and youthful.[0:06 AM]: Sure.[0:07 AM]: And she would have to comfort him, get him to relax and enjoy himself?[0:07 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Yes, it would be a very "soft core" scene compared to the one we just did.[0:09 AM]: Ok, that sounds like something we can try[0:09 AM]Ashleys Brothel: She might spot his erection, for instance, and gently suggest to him that he can get it out if he likes, he can have a little wank if he needs to. :) [0:09 AM]Ashleys Brothel: That kind of thing. She'd be very sweet and attractive and encouraging.[0:10 AM]: Oh, ok, I see. So more a sweet young thing, than a more trashy kind of girl?[0:10 AM]Ashleys Brothel: She would be quite a fake-tanned, fake-nails sort of girl. He finds those really attractive. But she'd be sweet and kind in her demeanour.[0:11 AM]: Ok[0:11 AM]: This is a very specific fantasy!![0:12 AM]Ashleys Brothel: *blushes* It is?[0:12 AM]: Well, it seems well planned out...sorry, I didn't anything by that[0:12 AM]Ashleys Brothel: It's OK. :) [0:13 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Would you like to be Brittany, or someone else, for it? :)[0:13 AM]: It sounds like it might be better for me to be someone else, Brittany isn't quite that way.[0:13 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Do you want to pick who you want to be? It doesn't have to be one off my profile, we can make someone up! [0:14 AM]: Hmm, let me look through my image list and see if there's anyone suitable/[0:14 AM]Ashleys Brothel: OK :) [0:16 AM]: Any other requests about the girl - fake tan, fake nails...[0:16 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Nice, long lashes, and glittery makeup, and if possible, sparkly glittery lipgloss.. *blush*[0:17 AM]: You don't have to keep blushing, these are perfectly normal preferences. :)[0:17 AM]: Do you mind if I ask if this style bears any relation to your own? Or is it simply something you like in the context of roleplay?[0:17 AM]: I like glitter gloss, but I'm not all out for fake tans or anything.[0:17 AM]Ashleys Brothel: I am very plain. :)[0:21 AM]: http://25.media.tumblr.com/925cfbf8794794d666a9fc2553be0195/tumblr_mj08f1c1Eg1qiuzdlo1_500.jpg ?[0:21 AM]: Terrible quality photo, I know, but I don't have all that many of this type of girl so I went to tumblr to find a new one.[0:21 AM]Ashleys Brothel: She is lovely. :) [0:22 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Do you want to give her a name?[0:22 AM]: Staci?[0:23 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Perfect! What a cute name. How old will she be? [0:24 AM]: I guess late teens. Probably 18+, as she seems to have had a boob job.[0:24 AM]: Say 19?[0:24 AM]Ashleys Brothel: That's good. And, can she wear that pretty yellow dress that Melissa wore? I really like it. *blush* It's so summery and sunny.[0:24 AM]: Ok, sure.[0:24 AM]: You like yellow?[0:25 AM]Ashleys Brothel: I do at present! It's so grey outside. I like sunny colours. Yellow and blue and things.[0:25 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Pretty sky blues are another favourite :) [0:25 AM]: Ok[0:27 AM]Lilly Dawn disconnected.[0:27 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Is there anything else we need to work-out? [0:29 AM]: Before we go on...I do want to say, I've not really played this type of character before, so any hints or guidance you can give would help. I don't want to mess up your fantasy :)[0:29 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Of course, but you are really talented so I'm sure we'll do fine! [0:31 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Shall we start? [0:32 AM]: Alright. We can't play for too long though, it's getting late...I hadn't noticed the time.[0:32 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew sat on the bed in the small, warmly-lit, windowless room. He blushed, a little sitting in his smart, new T-shirt and tight jeans. He was casually dressed, but not scruffy at all. He'd come here straight from work, after weeks of saving up, agonising over the decision, fantasising and deciding to do it, not to do it. Now, here he was, waiting for... what was her name? Staci? to come and... relieve him. He was filled with nervous anxiety mixed with excitement, as he sat and waited for a girl whose name he barely knew to get to know him incredibly personally. [0:35 AM]: Staci clopped into the room on her seven inch platform heels, her fake breasts bouncing in the tight-fitting, yellow sundress that belied the almost freezing February weather. Her bee-stung lips were smeared with pink glitter gloss, platimum blonde extensions reached past her shoulders, and clawlike nails were silver tipped with black-and-gold. Her skin was almost orange, and dusted with glitter. While every flutter of her long fake lashes shook up a cloud of heavy mascara. "Hey sweetie!" she said as she entered the room, walking slowly towards the bed. "You're Andrew, right? I'm Staci, it's so great to meet you."[0:36 AM]Ashleys Brothel: As soon as he saw her, he blushed again, and looked up at her, wide-eyed and nervous, the excitement already growing in his pants. He shuffled awkwardly on the bed to try and hide it, looking her up and down, trying to keep his eyes in contact with hers, rather than drifting downwards. "Umm, hi," he blushed. "I'm Andrew. It's... it's great to meet you too." He looked... almost ashamed, of what he was about to do. [0:38 AM]: Staci clopped to the bed and eased down beside him with a sinuous grace. She draped a slender, fake tanned arm, loaded with chunky plastic bracelets, around his shoulder, and patted the other one on his thigh. "How are you today, Andrew? I haven't seen you in here before, is it your first time?" Her voice was songbird-sweet. Seeing how nervous he was, she beamed broadly. "Relax, sweetie, it's ok, you can tell me anything..."[0:39 AM]Ashleys Brothel: He looked up into her eyes, again struggling not to gaze at her bouncing, glittering cleavage, which seemed almost designed to draw his stare. "Yes, Staci," he said, softly, not as nervously now. "It's my first time coming to a place like this. I'm not... not someone who normally does this kind of thing. It's just, I've not had a girlfriend since I moved to this city about a year ago, and... you know." He trailed off, not quite sure where he was going with his talk. "And I found out about this kind of place, and I've not been able to... to stop myself coming."[0:42 AM]: Staci smiled sympathetically. She knew the sort. The kind of man who told himself he 'wasn't the sort' to use this place. Who wanted bonus points for that. Who considered himself a 'nice guy'. And whose perverted fantasies no doubt ended the same way as every other man's..."Aww, a cutie like you, single for a year? That's a shame. You must be really tense. Don't worry, hunni, I'll help you work all the stress. There's nothing to feel bad about at all," she lied, as she gently stroked his shoulder. "Would you like to get more comfortable, Andrew? You seem a bit...fidgety."[0:43 AM]Ashleys Brothel: His hands awkwardly sat on his thighs, as he wasn't quite sure where to put them, whether he was allowed to touch. He hadn't as much as been to a strip-club before, and wasn't sure of the rules at a brothel. "I... I am quite tense, Staci. How did you know?" He looked at her long, fake lashes and blushed again. She was so, so attractive, and his erection began to rage involuntarily. He shuffled, hoping she hadn't seen how aroused he had already become. [0:46 AM]: Staci faux-giggled. "Andrew, relax, it's ok...I'm here to help you! That's what girls like me are for, isn't it," she simpered, as she ran a hand up his thigh and gently took his wrist, guiding one of his hands over to her leg. "There doesn't that feel nice? Now, why don't you sit back a bit...it looks like you're all knotted up leaning over like that." She cocked her head sweetly and beamed. "How old are you Andrew? I just turned 19!"[0:47 AM]Ashleys Brothel: He tried to relax, his hand clammy and sweaty with nerves against her bare, fake-tanned thigh as he held it there, not sure if he could feel her up. He wanted desperately to stroke her, to touch her up like he fantasised about doing to pretty girls like her, but didn't know if he could yet. "I'm twenty-nine, Staci," he blushed. "You're... you're so young." This was his fantasy, an unattainably young girl like her, and there was a tinge of lust in his voice as he said it. "So young." [0:50 AM]: "Awww, do you like young girls like me, Andrew?" she cooed. "It's ok if you do...I think 19 is such a fun age! I'm still a teenager, but I'm old enough to go out and party, to go to clubs and dance in my little dresses..." She let that image linger, as she gently pushed back his shoulders. He could no longer conceal his bulge, and she gave him a little giggle. "Ooh, looks like someone's getting a bit excited! What's getting you so worked up, Andrew?"[0:50 AM]: ((Quick check on how I'm doing?))[0:50 AM]Ashleys Brothel: ((Wonderfully. How am I doing?))[0:50 AM]: ((Fine :) ))[0:52 AM]Ashleys Brothel: He blushed brightly at the fact that she had seen his erection, which was growing at the sight of her, the sound of her voice, the thought of her age and her dancing in a club, and shuffled again. "You... seem like a really fun girl, Staci," he managed to admit. "You're still a teenager. And... and I think you're pretty." There. He had said it, let it out.[0:54 AM]: She smiled like he was the first man to ever compliment her. "Oh thanks sweetie, that's so nice!" Her hand had found his bulge, giving it the gentlest of nudges with a nail encrusted with glitter and enamel, curling a good inch off her dainty, fake-tanned finger. "Doesn't it feel good to come here, and now you can relieve all your stress on a pretty little teenager like me?"[0:56 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew let out a little gasp followed by a low moan as her pretty, glitter-crusted nails touched his bulge, and he couldn't help but move his own hand, stroking it a little up her thigh, feeling her up ever so slightly, touching her up. He was throbbing under her touch, and groaned again. "I love your little dress, Staci," he said, as his eyes wandered down to her sparkling, glittering, makeup-caked cleavage, hoping she didn't notice. [1:00 AM]: Staci squeezed her arms together so her cleavage protruded even more obscenely. "Oh, thanks! I think it's such a cute colour, and it really matches my hair dye, don't you think?" She wiggled her head so her hair extensions danced about her fake-tanned shoulders. "Would you like to touch my dress Andrew? You don't have to keep your hand on my thigh if you don't want...you can touch whatever you want. Isn't that what you want? I'm just here for you to touch as you like?" She grinned encouragingly, circling her finger around his bulge.[1:02 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Tentatively, Andrew lifted his hand off her thigh and started to stroke up her side, feeling her up through the thin material, before his fingertip reached her glittering breasts. Through the dress, he squeezed them, and stroked them, groaning as he did, feeling his uncomfortably tight bulge strain his pants. "Mmngh, Staci, I love how your dress feels," he groaned again. "Do... do you do anything other than this job?" His hands were roaming all over her body now, touching up her thigh, her stomach, a hand stroking her thick, soft blonde hair. [1:06 AM]: Staci smiled. "Well, not really. I mean, I have a kind of part-time job in a tanning salon, but it doesn't pay very much...I mainly do it so I can get a discount on my tans. But to pay rent, I need something steady, so I mainly work here. Where do you work, Andrew?" she asked politely, keeping up her sunny demeanour even as he groped away at her slightly uncomfortably, letting him know it was perfectly ok. Her fingers felt the pulsing of his bulge, and found their way to his zipper, starting to tug. "Let's get you more comfortable..."[1:08 AM]Ashleys Brothel: "I... I work for a big software company," he said, slightly shyly. "I'm in the accounts department, I just deal with invoices in and out." He rambled a little, nervously telling her all about his boring job for slightly too long. "I think your tan is.. mmngh.. really sexy, Staci," he said, the lust becoming slightly more apparent in his voice now, as his hands groped her thighs, one hand starting to slip under her dress tentatively. He blushed again as she started to expose his arousal. "It's... I'm so hard." [1:11 AM]: "I know you are so sweetie," she said sympathetically, as though he had some sort of medical condition. "That must be sooo bad for you, let's get you all comfortable and destressed from your busy job?" She helped him ease down his trousers and tug his boxers until his erection plopped free. She paid no attention to his groping hands, nodding encouragingly, and leaning in so he could smell the thick clouds of perfume in her hair.[1:14 AM]Ashleys Brothel: As his erection sprung free from the tightness of his pants, the work day and warm office could be smelled as a cloud of thick, sweaty, masculine musk breathed from his cock, mixing with the sweet scent of her gently feminine perfume. He gasped out and breathed a sigh of relief as he was freed, oozing pre-cum starting to form on the tip. "Mmn, that's better," he moaned. "You're so pretty." His hands roamed back up to her cleavage, and he stroked a finger up and down the warm cavernous gap between her breasts, staring intently. "So sexy. And... young... mmngh!" [1:15 AM]: Staci wrinkled her nose at the smell. "That's right, Andrew, look all you want, feel all you want..." She paused, hesitantly, before continuing in a syrupy sweet tone. "Sweetie? Um...did you have a little wash before you came down here? Or did you forget?"[1:15 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew blushed again, brightly this time. "Umm," he started, his hands recoiling a little. "I... I kind of... forgot. I was so excited to come down here, and... and I didn't know I had to wash before coming. I'm... I'm sorry, Staci," he looked ashamed.[1:18 AM]: "Aww, it's ok," she cooed, patting him on the leg. "Maybe next time, if you come again, you could try...but don't you worry. I think I'm clean and pretty and young enough for the both of us, don't you think?" She wiggled her nails so they caught the light, and reached out to pat his hand. "You can still touch me all you want hunni, forget I mentioned it."[1:19 AM]Ashleys Brothel: He breathed a sigh of relief, breathing in some more of his musk, and her sweet, fruity perfume, as his hands fondled the soft material of her dress, one hand reaching up to run fingers through her pretty hair, and he blushed gently. "I love your nails, Staci," he gasped. "But... but am I a little bit smelly down there?" [1:21 AM]: She weighed her answer. "Well...maybe a little, sweetie, but it's understandable, trapped in that office all day, all sweaty and tense. Maybe you should come here a bit more often, so you don't get so worked up?" Ever the businesswoman, she made her pitch, then went back to ga-ga-ing over him. "But don't you worry about that." To prove it, she wrapped her soft, delicate hand around his smelly, unwashed cock, and gave it a tempting stroke. "ooh, so hard, you must be soooo worked up!"[1:22 AM]: ((I feel insecure playing this role...I'm so sorry to ask again, but am I doing OK?))[1:22 AM]Ashleys Brothel: ((You are doing beautifully. I think you're my favourite roleplayer ever here.))[1:22 AM]: ((Aww, thanks))[1:23 AM]Ashleys Brothel: He let out another low groan as she touched him, the cute, sparkly-nailed fingers contrasting with the dark, unwashed skin of his penis. "Do... do you struggle for money, Staci? Is that why you work here?" There was something about that idea, of the desperate girl, that turned him on even more. It was part of why he had come here, why he had fantasised about it for so long. [1:25 AM]: She smiled. "Well, a little bit, I mean, I tried to get lots of other jobs before I came here. I guess I could spend a bit less on hair and make-up...but I wouldn't like that. I like being pretty. And then with dresses, and going out...it all adds up to a bit more than the kind of job a girl like me could get could really pay for. That's why it's such fun to meet guys like you, who don't mind paying a little to have a great party with me!" she giggled. She gave his cock another gentle stroking, feeling all the tension knotted up in him.[1:27 AM]Ashleys Brothel: He oozed and glooped out, groaning as his cock leaked out a thick glob of shiny, slimy pre-cum, dribbling down the shaft and down her hand. Andrew blushed at this, still a little bit sweet and shy. "Oh!" he said. "I'm sorry," as the mess drooled down her pretty fingers, onto her sparkling, glitter-encrusted nails. "I like that," he said. "It's like our little party together. I'm... kind of too shy, and getting a bit too old, to go to bars and clubs and stuff." [1:30 AM]: "It's ok," she urged, "You don't need to go to places like that, when you have girls like me here, do you? You can come visit us and have us dress up how you like!" She wiggled her fingers, the mess slicking over them, to the knuckle. "Do you like me touching you, Andrew? Do you like a little fake-tanned teenager touching you?"[1:31 AM]Ashleys Brothel: He let out another grunt, and another gloop of ick came spewing from the head of his cock, onto her fingers, as she spoke so kindly to him. "Mmngh," he said. "Will you... tell me your pretty name, and how old you are, and how poor you are, while you stroke me, babe?" His lust was starting to take over now. Even the sweet, shy boys eventually turned into this, as they became more and more aroused. [1:33 AM]: It was always the same. No matter how shy, they always ended up worked up and indulging their inner darkness. Her smile barely flickered however. "Of course!" she said brightly, giving him another stroke as though she hadn't noticed the thick ick despoiling her beautiful hand. She spoke slowly, enunciating every syllable. "My name is Staci, and I'm 19. I was a poor little benefits girl from the council estate, and now, well, I'm a poor little girl working here so I can pay for all my hair extensions and fake nails!"[1:35 AM]Ashleys Brothel: He throbbed in her hand, groaning as he became more and more aroused, getting closer and closer to his messy finish. "Mmngh!" he grunted out, hard, her sweet, soft voice and her gentle smile sending him more and more into a spiral of lust. He knew she was probably play-acting with him, but at this stage, he just didn't mind. He stroked her hair and her pretty cheek, while his other hand squeezed her breasts together, playing with her cleavage. "Mmmmngh, do you let the guys who come here... fuck you, Staci?" [1:35 AM]Ashleys Brothel: ((I want her to gently and kindly refuse him. :) ))[1:37 AM]: ((Ok, I'll try))[1:38 AM]: Staci's smile flickered just barely. "Some do, sweetie, yes. But..." She so wasn't in the mood for this right now. As delicately as possible, she explained: "Do you really want me to take my dress off? Wouldn't you rather just sit there and relax, and have me do all the work for you, and stroke you while you look at me and touch me how you like?"
[1:40 AM]Terry Twelve connected.[1:40 AM]Ashleys Brothel: "I think your dress is really pretty, Staci," he blushed, knowing what she was saying. "It's... it's OK." Andrew grunted, getting closer and closer. "I'd love you to leave it on." His hands roamed around the soft material, feeling her breasts and stomach and thighs through it. He really, really liked that dress! "It's such a nice colour, babe. I love looking at you. I hope you... you don't mind?" [1:42 AM]: "Of course not!" she lied, beaming widely. "I love the way you look at me...you seem to really appreciate everything about me. It's nice to be noticed. What's your favourite thing about me?" she giggled, as though they were sharing some naughty secret. But her hand was stroking a little faster - if there was a chance of her getting him off without sex, she was going to take it.[1:43 AM]Ashleys Brothel: "I love your... hair, it's so long and blonde. And the way you... flutter your lashes," groaned Andrew. "And how you smile, with that thick makeup and lipgloss." He blushed as he admitted all these things. "Mmngh," he groaned again. "Babe, if you don't slow down, I'm gonna... babe, Staci-baby, where can I... where can I cum?" [1:44 AM]: "You can cum wherever you'd like," she whispered. "Where would you like to? On my pretty face, with all my make-up and glitter? On my big fake breasts? On my cute yellow dress? On my hands, with my glittery nails?" Each choice filled her with revulsion, but she dutifully laid them out anyway.[1:46 AM]Ashleys Brothel: He was so backed-up, his sweaty balls were so heavy and engorged that whatever he chose, it was likely to make a large, disgusting mess of her. "Mmngh," he grunted, throbbing and oozing out pre-cum as she sweetly told him where he could ejaculate. They were all so tempting. "What would you do if... if... how would you make me cum on your hands, babe?" [1:47 AM]: She giggled. "Well, I'd keep stroking you, like thissssss..." She gave his cock a gentle squeeze until a slick bubble of pre-cum emerged. "Until you were ready. If you wanted, you could finish the last bit, while I held out my nails so you could see them. Or you could rub yourself against me...whatever would help you relax. Remember, I'm just here to make you feel good!" she admitted brightly.[1:49 AM]Ashleys Brothel: He groaned out and blushed. "I want to do it... all over your pretty nails, babe," grunted Andrew. "Mmngh!" ((Will you describe the nails again? :) ))[1:52 AM]: The nails were long, almost an inch clear of her fingers. The main part was silver glitter gloss; the tips were long clip-ons, black overlaid with swirling patterns of glittery gold. They were the kind of design that looked amazing, but actually were a little trashy on closer inspection. She wiggled her fingers, two of which had thick plastic rings on that glittered in the light. "Of course sweetie. Should I keep stroking you, or do you want to touch yourself while I show you my hands? Remember, this is just what you want...whatever you like..."[1:55 AM]Ashleys Brothel: There was something about just doing it himself, all over her pretty hands and nails, that appealed to him. "Mmmmngh, Staci," he groaned. "Can I... can I touch myself off and do it all over those pretty, tanned, cute little hands of yours? You look like such a... such a teenager with those nails, and those rings, and bracelets," he grunted. "So young!" [1:56 AM]: She grinned. "Of course you can sweetie." She pulled her hands from his smelly crotch, and held them out, dancing her fingers lightly like she was playing the air piano. "Do you like my big plastic bracelets too? I've worn most of them since I was 16!"[1:57 AM]Ashleys Brothel: He smiled and let out a soft laugh as they clicked against one another, while she shook her hands around. "Mmmm, babe, hold your hands out on your thighs, just like that for me." His hand wrapped around his smelly, unwashed penis as he took it and began to stroke in earnest, pre-cum spattering out onto the pretty fingernails. "Put your hands against your dress for me, babe. Tell me how young you are." [1:59 AM]: She was getting just slightly nervous by his abrupt change of attitude, her voice rising. "I'm 19, Andrew, ten years younger than you..." She pressed her hands onto her dress, the bright yellow awkwardly offsetting the metallic colours of her nails and stark orange-brown of her deeply fake tanned skin. "I'm nineteen..."[2:01 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Suddenly, he could hold back no longer. His eyes fixed on her pretty nails as she held them still for him, and he erupted. A thick, wet, nasty glob of steaming hot semen came bursting from his penis and splattered out, in a gloopy, chunky mass, against her right hand, coating each finger, and each nail, covering them in messy goo. The collateral damage splattered ropes of ball-batter against the lower reaches of her dress, and her thigh. "Mmngh! Oh! God! I'm sorry, babe," he moaned, as he ejaculated. [2:02 AM]: She tried not to flinch, but her smile was awfully forced now. "That's ok, sweetie, it's what you came here for, isn't it? To cum all over something young and pretty?" She could feel the rancid ooze slithering down between her knuckles, see the glitter swirling from her nails. "Do you feel more relaxed now? less tense?"[2:03 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Another messy burst of steaming, chunky, backed-up man-mess came spurting out of it, with a sickening splattering sound, and covered her left hand, aiming squarely for her nails this time. "So pretty... your nails, Staci-baby... they're so sexy and pretty." [2:04 AM]Ashleys Brothel: Then, with another grunt, he came again, a thick, sticky gluey gloop of ick splattering up her wrist, against the clacking plastic bracelets of her teenage years, coating them in salty, degrading goo.[2:05 AM]Terry Twelve disconnected.[2:06 AM]: Staci let out a whimper of disquiet, biting down on her lip to stop. "That's...that's it," she urged in a trembling voice. "Get it all out, get yourself nice and relax and - eek oh yuk! I mean, um, that's it sweetie, keep going until you're all worked out and nice..."[2:07 AM]Ashleys Brothel: He slowly subsided, the last drops spattering out against her bare thigh and the hem of her dress, and he let out a slightly ashamed groan, looking at the damage he had done. "Oh, Staci," he looked down at her ruined nails, and the damage to her dress. "Oh, that feels so much better, babe." He started to pick up his clothes...[2:08 AM]: Staci sat there staring at the congealed mass of cock-vomit staining her hands and dress, dribbling onto her bare thigh. Her eyes were full of sadness, her voice wrought. "Ok, sweetie, that's good...I'm glad I was able to help you...to relax..." She was disconsolate, but she tried to smile anyway. "Do you think you'll come again, Andrew? Maybe not wait so long next time?"[2:09 AM]Ashleys Brothel: ((Shall we finish there? It really is very late!))

F-Chat Log: Bad Luck Brittany, Sat Mar 02 2013 02:09:47 GMT+0000 (GMT)