forget me not

Brandon had gone back to his computer and pointed to where the sundae was on the table. “Make sure you eat actual dinner too, though,” he said as he typed. He stopped for a minute and looked up from his computer. “So I guess I’m paying you so I can be an actual ‘dad’ and not ‘daddy’ now,” he said, amused. 

He listened what she said and heaved a sigh. Looking up from his computer and placing his gaze on her, he said “There are some things we aren’t good at and there are things we can get good at. You are definitely not a failure in your academic life.” He reached out to a plate and grabbed a french fry. “Besides, this is one subject, and sure it’s hard but you can get through it. You always do.” 

He couldn’t help but laugh at her remark. Shaking his head, he commented “Sure, but you can definitely be so much more than just some old guy’s mistress and soon-to-be fifth wife.”

“Listen, I always offer to suck you off, but...” Cassidy shrugged with a laugh before taking a spoonful of her ice-cream and popping it into her mouth, grinning at her obvious defiance. “I’m just kidding, Brandon, I appreciate it, really.” She picked at the cherry on top and bit into it with a sigh. “You always give the best pep talks, daddy, but I think I like my plan better.” She teased before spooning another bite of ice cream into her mouth. 

“Who needs all these classes anyway? I want to be a game developer. I don’t need all this math to be a game developer. You’d think after university, you’d be finished with it.” 

As he fucked her, he kissed her neck, nibbling in places as well, just getting completely intoxicated by her. This was everything he’d dreamed it would be and sure, she didn’t feel the same. He knew that, he wasn’t stupid. But if he could just pretend for a little while longer, that was all he needed. When she pushed him away for a tick, he snapped out of his daze and looked to her, listening and feeling his eyes go wide. “W-what?” he asked, sitting up and feeling sober again.

“Cass, I…” he sighed, rubbing his face. “Cass, I can’t do that. We’re not together. I use condoms with people I’m not in a serious relationship with, okay? That’s my rule. I care for you and we’re friends but… I can’t do that.” He paused, maybe a little too long but he stopped completely. Judging by how he felt for her and how she… didn’t return those feelings, he got off the bed. “Maybe we shouldn’t?” he asked, looking to her and sitting on the side of the bed. “Doesn’t seem right. I mean… we kind of already did but… I feel like we should stop here. Maybe it’s smart considering… the whole feelings thing?”

It was a sinking feeling. A slow drop of an anchor that had her eyes clear up, the haze of lust floating away only to leave cold, hard realization. She watched him sit on the side of his bed, suddenly feeling the same rush of humiliation hit her like a bucket of cold water. She pulled the sheets to her chest for atleast some semblance of modesty, feeling so terribly small at this moment in time. 

Feelings. She hated them. They made everything so complicated. She hated that he was putting him through this, she hated that she couldn’t seem to understand her own... She just... 

there’s a certain — fascination for daphne with submission.     the way its all consuming, the ability to tear a person apart, and mend them back together …..    maddening, really.    she craves it in every aspect, and with her new toy bent over……… mouth is pooling in anticipation.  she realizes who she’s booked …. a babydoll.    and longs for nothing more than complete submission.

the white lingerie stretches across her pale skin, and the mere sight causes her heat to ache.    but this wasn’t visible.   outside she’s stone cold.   a dominant.   trained eye notes her movements, the way her hips wiggle in anticipation.    a blissful sigh is released before hand is lifting.  three slaps, repetitive to one cheek.    more so love taps, as daphne could go much………….. rougher.   a pause, another three slaps to the other.   her skin blushes a brilliant pink, she’s like a porcelain doll, for daphne’s taking.   “ i accept your apology cassidy. ”   she’s stepping closer, tall frame towering over her smaller babydoll.    patience is something daphne has;    no matter how ravishing cassidy looks in this moment.    hand finds cassidys hair, twisting manicured nails into the silk black strands.   giving a firm yank daphne leans over her then, pressing her front side to cassidys backside.     greedily and craving —— more;    the hand releases her hair just as quick to grasp her neck tightly.      lips hover dangerously close to her ear, free hand trailing a tempting path along her backside.   pausing between her thighs.   forcefully, she spreads her thighs.   fingers pressing feverishly to her clit against the fabric of her panties.   “ are you going to be a good girl for me? tell me. tell me how good you wanna be ………. ”   musical alto drops an octave, voice coated with lust.   teeth grazing the skin of her ear in anticipation. 

The whimpers Cassidy let out were pitiful, saturated with want and unabashed lust. The sting from the spanks soon faded, leaving a glowing warmth that made her flush, knowing her ass must be a pretty pink, just the way Daphne might like it. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and looked over her shoulder, knees almost giving in at the sight of the stunning woman. She wanted to mewl out a ‘thank you’ but found that her throat was too tight, her tongue to heavy for words. She sighs at he feel of Daphne’s hands in her hair, only to gasp sharply at the feeling of it being tugged. “Yes...” She hissed, pushing back against Daphne’s front. 

“More... Ms. Claire, I need more.” Cassidy whined, rubbing her thighs together in an attempt to get some friction. She feels a hand on her neck, squirming as nimble fingers made its way between her legs. 

God, she wanted this. She spread her legs dutifully for Daphne, pussy soaking through her panties. She let out a high-pitched yelp when fingers finally pressed against her clit. “God, D-Daphne!” Cassidy needed more. She craved more. She tried to push herself closer to those sinful fingers, hand reaching down to grasp at them. 

     he was quiet for a long time listening to her then thinking about what she said. most escorts enjoyed what they did. and they only did things in their profession they personally enjoyed. mostly. if cassidy were being honest, then she should be happy. but she didn’t seem very happy to him. rolling over suddenly, he took her with him and changed their position. arching his body over hers, he trapped her against the bed and framed her face with his larger hands. his eyes studied her and his hands continued to caress. “if you have all this power, why do you look so powerless?” his thumbs curved around  her jaw and his fingertips danced over her cheeks before falling back into the sea of her hair. he watched her eyes and his movements in turn. “why do you seem to struggle so much like something else is missing?”

Cassidy’s eyes widened as their positions suddenly switched, Andy now hovering over her, warm hands cupping her face. It felt... nice. She almost smiled, but the words that left his lips immediately had her guard shooting up. Her eyes narrowed in offense, lips pressing together in a firm line. “I am not powerless.” It was a flimsy defense, but she hoped he didn’t catch it. He kept talking though and Cassidy ended up having to turn away so he wouldn’t see the conflict in her eyes, or the way her defenses seemed to collapse at his touch. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Andy.” She said quietly. “I’m perfectly fine. I’m not struggling at all, and I most certainly don’t feel like I’m missing anything.” She should get a medal for lying. Really she should.

James’ nose crinkles. “I’d never pass up on pinching a brat.” It’s clear, even in these few moments of reconnecting, that she’s the same, sassy and forward, except now she can take as much as she gives, and he lets her know it. “Back then I couldn’t drape you over a knee and spank you silly, but now that you’re what…,” he squints down, mischief quirking his mouth, ”…thirty, I will.”

Then, he has to laugh. If Chris knew he wanted to hire her, too, it would be more than fun to see, considering he couldn’t do anything about it. “I’m not going to tell him,” James grins. “But you’re going to have to be very good to me, or…” Grimacing he shakes his head, half innocently, as if he doesn’t know how that’d fare.

“Jesus Christ, child, wash your mouth with soap,” comes out of him, feigning wide-eyed surprise. Then, he’s grinning down at her again, attempting to nudge her with an elbow. “Is that how you talk to them? Dirty talk your prowess? Can I hear more?” Though he’s laughing, a sharp twinkle in his gaze says he’s serious.

“Ah-ha, you’re speaking to a plat, as the matter of fact.” There’s a knowing cockiness in the way he says it.

Cassidy narrowed her eyes in mild offense, poking at his side. “Please, it’s been so long since you’ve seen your twenties, I’m not even surprised you’ve forgotten how it looks like.” She said with a hair flip. She wasn’t going to admit that the thought of him bending her over his knee sent a thrill up her spine. She waved her hand flippantly at the mention of her brother. “Please, go ahead and tell him, it’s not me he’s going to come for, James, and you know it.” She was their little baby sister and no matter what she’d do, she could do no wrong in their eyes. 

She couldn’t help the smug grin that tugged at the corners of her mouth. Suddenly feeling brave, she took a step forward and looked up at him, smile turning coquettish. “Sweetie, there’s payment for that.” She said, patting his chest again, but instead of letting go, choosing to just keep it there. 

She wrinkled her nose at the mention that he was already a member. “God, you really haven’t changed much, have you?” She asked, though there was amusement playing in her eyes. She dropped her hand from his chest before taking a step back. “Well, have fun. I’m sure you’ll enjoy all that the Votive has to offer.” 

Nights with Cassidy were vastly different from the usual happenings in his suite. Honestly, he was grateful for it. It was a break from the usual even though technically he still had to rent her out for the night. He was busy on his computer and still in his white shirt and slacks when he heard the petite young woman yell, something she did often but still surprised him.

“Okay,” he said as he got up. “Your backup plan seems foolproof but why don’t you take a break, alright?” He walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Come on, eat something. There’s room service. Besides, I don’t like eating alone.”

Cassidy looked up at Brandon with glassy eyes. She sniffled slightly before pushing her glasses up so it rested on the top of her head. “Did you get me the sundae like I asked?” She whimpered pitifully. “With the extra chocolate sauce?” If she was going to fail her test, she might as well get a couple of cavities in too. She let out a sigh before swinging her legs off the edge of his bed and trudging towards the table he had. 

“I feel so stupid every time I study for this class.” She grumbled, plopping her ass down on one of the seats. “Let’s just... not talk about the failure that is my academic life. How are you enjoying the spring festival so far? Found anyone interesting?” She asked, looking under some of the cloche’s to peep at the room service he had ordered. “Any rich men that might want to marry me because not only am I never going to find love, but will also flunk out of grad school?” 

“Oh noooo. I’m so sorry,” Emma said, because she could truly commiserate. “I have an ex I still kind of have feelings for, so I totally get that.” He was back in New Jersey though and probably didn’t even remember she existed, so there was that.

“I don’t know…I thought it would be a very different job, just dressing up cute and looking nice for your client, and acting all sweet, and it was a lot more than that…I mean, yes, I knew there would be sex involved, obviously I’m not stupid, but when I got here the friend who originally invited me, she just decided to leave. So she told me all these horror stories, left, and I got too scared to do it and took up a maid’s vacancy. And well here I am, half a year later still. I won’t lie i still think I could do it sometimes, because I know I’d be earning twice or three times the amount of money I do now but eh, I’m still a chickenshit.”

“I do not have feelings for him.” She hissed almost instantly, defenses shooting up as she narrowed her eyes at Emma. She was startled at her ferocity, immediately reeling herself back because Emma didn’t deserve it. “I don’t have feelings for him. So it’s not the same. I’m sorry, that was super rude.” She mumbled, tugging at the hem of her skirt. “I don’t have feelings for anyone. Feelings are gross. Feelings are complicated. People just shouldn’t have feelings.” She continued to ramble, picking up a pillow and (violently) fluffing it. 

“Brandon, I give up!” She yelled at the man whose bed she was currently staying in. He had rented her out for the night, but not to do what people would conventionally rent her out for. “I’m giving up. I’m going to drop out, live my life sucking dick and marry someone super rich.” She cried out dramatically, pressing her palms into her eyes to will herself not to cry (because mama didn’t raise no weakling). 

She stands up and she sure has grown, at least in the womanly departments. James can’t hide a grin, he towers over her, it seems nothing has changed, really.

“I’m sure you did.” A snort, but he finds himself leaning down for the atrocity of a crown to be placed on his head. Dubiously, he squints upwards to it, then adjusts it and straightens his back cockily. He intends to wear it as if it was pure gold and diamonds, lest she get any satisfaction from him, hating it. “And everyone I meet must know who did such a splendid job, it’s a rule.”

Her answer widens James’ eyes, and though he would usually erupt into laughter, he’s truly surprised. Mostly with how he feels about it. They go back a long way, he’s seen her in diapers, taking her first steps. She’s always been just a quick dart around and inside the house, but always present. Inevitably tied to his life.

Now that the familiar face gazes up at him, images flit through his mind, of her, doing her escortly job…

James blinks, rips himself from those thoughts. “Seriously? Why would you…,” he gestures vaguely.

“If only you were this nice to me all those years ago.” Cassidy said with a laugh, her smile softening slightly. Even if he had been kind of an ass growing up, it was still nice to see a familiar face after so long. She took a step closer and patted his chest lightly. “It’s good to see you again, James. Even if its under... strange circumstances.” She said thoughtfully. “God, if Christoph knew that you bumped into me here, he’d have an aneurism.” Cassidy said with a frown at the thought of her brother. She wasn’t sure if they still kept in touch, but it would definitely make for awkward discussion. Her siblings already didn’t enjoy hearing about her occupation, what more if they found out their friend had been around to bear witness to it. 

She shook her head to rid herself of the thought before refocusing her attention on him. She raised a brow at his question and smirked, resting a hand on her hip and looking up at him coyly. 

“Not all of us were born with a silver spoon in their mouth, Armani.” She said, using the nickname she had fondly given him so many years ago. “I’m getting myself through grad school and this job pays well. Not to mention I get dicked down regularly so what’s not to like?” Crass words accompanied by an angelic smile. 

“We’re actually selling memberships. You interested? It’s a pretty cool place. Totally up your alley, if I’m being honest.” Even if it would be awkward having James around, it wasn’t like she’d bump into him that often. 

@cassidysxng

Music and laughter were buzzing in the background when Kale stood in front of a particularly crowded booth, holding a gun. Not a real gun, of course, but one filled with water. While he was holding a bright green one, he offered another to Cassidy. He’d seen her by chance and was now looking down at her, challenging her.

“Whoever wins gets to have a wish. Everything within reason counts as valid.”

Goal of the game was to shoot down as many ping pong balls as possible, with a time limit. The actual prizes ranged from fake flowers to very much naughty little surprises.

“Are you game?”

She was never good at any sort of carnival game. It was either they were always rigged against her (not proven), or they just didn’t play to her strengths (if there was a game on who could give the best head, she’d have a better chance of winning). So when Kale had suggested they play a game together, she was more than a little hesitant. It was Kale, though, and she found she couldn’t particularly say no to that handsome face. 

Also, if Cassidy was anything, she was most definitely competitive. 

“You’re on, big tuna.” She said, taking the proffered gun from him with a grin. “Four course lobster meal, here I come. Complete with a very naked chef, of course.” She teased with a playful wink before eyeing the balls. 

“I’ll have you know I’m very good at games. As someone who wants to make them for a living, I-” 

“GO!” 

Jameson nodded, kissing her soft lips and cradling her with one arm. He began running his fingers up and down her opening, feeling how soaked she was. This was everything he’d dreamed about and more. To have her here in his arms completely vulnerable and trusting him so deeply. It made his heart leap. 

He began rubbing her clit softly so as not to make her cum just yet. He kissed down her body, sucking on both of her nipples one by one and nibbling on each as well. As he moved his lips down, down, down, he came across her thighs and gave those ample attention as well until he was at her core. He forcibly spread her legs apart, pushing her knees back to expose her pussy to him. Without a second thought his mouth was on her clit, sucking and licking her ravenously, like it was his last meal.

Jameson inserted his tongue inside of her and looked up at her, watching her face and listening to her moans; like music to his ears. He growled against her core, sending the vibrations throughout her body as he ate her. Once he’d gotten his fill, he stood up, grabbing a condom and rolling it onto his cock before gently ramming his erection into her tight pussy. “F-fuck…” it felt better than he’d ever imagined. He began thrusting slowly but with purpose, each thrust hard but not overdone. He watched his cock go in and out of her hole, lowering his hand to rub her clit with his thumb. “You feel so fucking good… Shit…”

She let out a strangled moan, eyes squeezing shut at having his tongue lap at her weeping cunt. It felt so good... too good... She just wanted to lose herself in the moment, fingers tangling in his hair as she pushed his face further between her legs, not wanting him to stop. She whined and she pleaded, rolling her hips against his mouth, arching her back as waves of pleasure coursed through her body only to tense as stars exploded behind her eyelids. She fell against the bed boneless, breathing ragged, only to have him crawl up her body for more.

Always more. 

She watched him roll on a condom in a daze, wanting to bat it away with a whine. Before she could though, he was already thrusting inside of her. She let out a high moan, tears glimmering at the corners of her eyes in overstimulation, pussy puffy and pink from his suckling beforehand, sensitive as his cock plundered mercilessly inside of her. 

But still she wanted more. She needed to feel more. She held on his shoulders to slow him down before pulling him out of her to relieve him of that god damn condom. “I’m clean and I’m on the pill.” She murmured, tugging the condom off of him. She vaguely remembered Jameson telling her he had just gotten tested as well, so she didn’t see the need. 

     he’d been caught in the set up on the way back to votive for the night. it was a wonder he forgot about the major event, but it had been a while and there were other things on his mind. it was a pleasant surprise to see the dawn on the lunar festival though. jeans and a white tshirt was about as fancy as johnny liked to get. cigarette balanced between his fingers, he strolled the booths looking for a familiar face, any face that could distract him for the moment. the smell of foods and the sights of toys, lingerie and all sorts of excitement surrounded him. to the simple man who stuck to the bars mostly, it was a little overwhelming. 

The amusement park looked fun... And it’s been a while since she’d gone to one. Sadly, she didn’t feel like going alone and watching all the other couples pass her by, all lovey dovey with their hand holding and their canoodling... She couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose in both jealousy and disdain. She was about to walk away, only to catch sight of Johnny wandering the district by himself. 

Don’t do it, Cass. Don’t do it. 

She clenched her jaw before letting out a sigh and marching towards him. “Hey, you.” She greeted, stopping just before him. “Wanna do me a solid and make-up for maybe an eighth of the heartbreak you put me through?” She wasn’t serious, but at the same time... dead serious. 

         “ i do so enjoy people watching. you missed one that looked super kooky the other day, ” she easily agreed, before laughing. “ why do i get the feeling like i just agreed to something that’s more than coffee and people watching ? what are you plotting, cassidy ? ”

“Ye of little faith, Lana.” Cassidy said with a click of her tongue, snaking her arm through Solana’s and walking with her out of votive and along the Lunar district. “I just want coffee is all. Is there an exceptionally good looking barista working this shift today? Maybe. Do I think you two look good together? Possibly. Do I think it will get us free coffee if he saw you? Yes.” She smiled up at Solana and gave herself a good pat in the back at her idea.

         “ uhm cass, have you forgotten what we do ? ”  it had already been a fight over her occupation before, and that was with someone that did the same thing. how on earth would she be able to explain her occupation to someone outside of votive and expect it to work out ? she’d given up on that a long time ago. “ sorry cassidy, i’m afraid you’re a bit too young for me.  plus, i’d rather not be someone that made you cry. ” and lord knows that given marisol’s general disposition and overall outlook on romance, it would most likely happen. in an instant mari wanted to take back her previous words, mentally face palming before shaking her head. “ there’s no reason to get wine because i’m not telling you anything. it was before you were even a twinkle in your parents’ eyes. ” not really, given that she really wasn’t that much older than cassidy but regardless, it wasn’t anything she wanted to talk to anyone about.

mari let out a groan when cassidy went to get the wine anyway, slumping back onto the couch. “ if i tell you one thing about it, then you’re not asking me again for a week, okay ? nor are you going to go around here asking which person is my ex. are we clear ? ”

“First of all, you making me cry would be one hundred percent worth it, I’m not gonna lie.” She said with a wink. “Second, so what? We can’t have happiness and a healthy relationship because of our job? Big false, mama Marisol.” Cassidy was idealistic and naive, but she truly believed that that shouldn’t stop them from finding the right person. 

She rolled her eyes playfully at Marisol’s conditions before nodding her head in excitement. “Yes, yes, okay, I promise. Now tell me tell me tell me.” She popped the cork off the bottle and poured the both of them a glass before taking a sip with a smile.